As the footsteps of the others faded, the Cur was left in a fae-cursed forest with fae-cursed clouds, and realized she wasn't actually sure where she was at all, let alone the best way out.
Alone the fae might bewitch and befuddle her into old age. Her fur bristled, the sudden realization that, as a solitary prisoner, she was at their utter mercy and may even draw increased attention for because of it, escalated into an intolerable anxiety. At least with a group there were others to hide behind, who might distract nefarious beasties!!
Cussing like, well, a sailor — she pinned her ears and set off to follow the group.
I love IC spontaneity & drama! So if it's what your character would do, let 'em attempt it!

