Lion Head Mesa starlight parade

Racharra led the way, though not without issues. sometimes she'd change directions as she realized she'd veered off the scent trail, or what she'd been following was absolutely not what she wanted. sometimes she'd bump into a wall she didn't realize was there but kept moving along like it never happened. 

but she was having fun, feeling like she was leading a pack of strong wolves on a noble hunt. only this hunt would just amount to finding the bones of a long-gone mouse.
this way. she would chuff so confidently despite not having much of a clue herself. but she hoped Thutmoose took it as seriously as she came across.