Golden Glade I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

She was enjoying the sights, and as such, hadn't been putting much effort into decoding the information provided by her sense of smell. Wolves, sure, sure, but not in a potency that she would have thought to associate with a densite or another highly protected common area. And so she strolled happily, enjoying the cooling weather and fresh scenery. Sure, she was lost, but when it happened to you as frequently as it happened to Duckie, you learned to stop stressing and find the bright side.

It wasn't until a stranger suddenly loomed at the corner of her vision - and then another on the opposite side - that dread began to take over like a slow frost. Before speaking, she took the opportunity to finally take a careful taste of the air. Many wolves. Frequent markers. These two wolves had the same tapestry of scent mixed with their own distinctive aromas. This very well could be their common area, and she had waltz right into it.

Exhaling slowly, she flipped onto her back to show deference. From this less than graceful vantage point, she apologized exhuberently, I'm SO sorry. I'm lost and I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I don't mean you any harm.