Softpaws laughs awkwardly, somewhat crestfallen. She sniffs around a bit more before picking a direction to walk in. "We-well, maybe we should try to get home? Or, like, back to that park. Um, I don't smell any Garou, so I don't think the others are near here..." The Metis finishes lamely.
She begins to trot in the direction she has identified as 'out of town and towards the park and homestead.'