Her fur had an occasional bur or two tangled in her almost perfect fur, although she didn't mind getting dirty sometimes. Linara's thoughts wandered off as she padded along, thinking about her past a bit as she did so. Whatever had happened to the pack? Were they okay? did they ever miss her or think about her? She sighed, coming back into reality from her mind. Stopping this and flicking her tail up slightly, she looked around; once to the left, and once to the right, before realizinng she was utterly lost.
Licking her chops as she thought, she tried to trace back to the last land mark she set in her mind. she turned around a full 180 degrees, before concluding that she had no signs of any landmark recognition.
<i><span style='color:#347235'>"Well,"</span></i> She thought to herself <i><span style='color:#347235'>"At least I won't get hungry if I get lost in here."</span></i> She sighed and begin to walk from where she came, trying to pick up her own scent a trying hard not to get distracted.</blockquote>