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

Oh, she answered with a rare twinge of frustration coloring the edges of her voice. She paused in her steps, glancing at but trying not to make eye contact with the male so she could see the direction in which he gestured. Duckie was well and truly disoriented, now, but having little other choices, she began to trek anew. East, though she didn't know that.

Th-thank you, she stammered, a bit flustered and embarrassed, but dutifully continued to move away from the pack these wolves belonged to, and their territories. Duckie considered asking what she was now headed towards, or to ask directions south— so that she might have some hope of reconnecting with her kin... but it was hopeless. She'd never remember, anyway. Nor did she want to clue them in to how lost she actually was.