Firefly Glen Running in the same race, same pace

That same damn rabbit had made its way into the forest again, and this time she didn't give up her tracking when she reached the edge of the territory. Instead, she followed it, focused completely on the trail and not on where she was going. Suddenly, she was somewhere she didn't recognize, and she slowed her steps to look around, hare forgotten once more. Snow had fallen here recently, and the thin dusting crunched softly beneath her paws as she moved. The valley looked like it might be green and full of wild flowers in the spring and summer, but now it was just barren and white. She didn't mind though, mostly she was interested in the prospect of exploring somewhere new and then finding her way back home. Mapping out her new home and the territories that surrounded it had become one of her top priorities, and so she wasn't worried about her unfamiliar surroundings. The mountains no longer rumbled in the distance, but she paused anyway to look that way, worry flickering in her expression. She hadn't heard the sounds lately, and she wondered if the earth would stay quiet. Still, her gaze lingered on the peaks for a bit longer before she started walking again. Maybe the worst had finally passed.