Phoenix Maplewood would you be so kind

hare, not as fresh as she'd like, but recent enough to warrant a search. gaze flits back to her daughter, only to find the place she'd stood a moment ago to be empty. her hackles prickle, that familiar panic edging in, and she calls, sharply, for the girl. five seconds pass without movement before she moves, finding her daughter's scent swiftly and charging after it. for a second, she loses it. 

she calls again, sharply, and in the moment it takes her to account for her daughter's swift change of direction she is overtaken by panic. the scent morphs, and she is a year younger, following desperately after another pup, long ago. and then there is her daughter, ears tight against her crown and tail tucked as she takes in her mother's face. "b--juniper! don't do that. I told you to stay close." the last word fades into a growl, stalking forward to nose over her daughter, as if to assure herself she is real. her heart pounds, jaw tightening as she stands over the girl.