You survey your surroundings once more thinking maybe this was the wrong place.. but after walking a bit you catch a scent of the cologne you had been wearing earlier faintly toward the other end of this clearing. You continue sniffing the ground with your powerful vulpine nose and eventually retrace your steps back to the rock you had cracked your head on quite a while ago. You rub you head with your paw, the spot still sore upon noticing a darker spot on the rock where you must have bled a bit. You're a little annoyed to find your clothes missing but lower your nose to the ground and continue the search anyway, the scent of cologne heading in a direction you can only assume was where the cottage was.
You are so absorbed in your search that you fail to notice the grass doesn't move in a squarish spot ahead of you when the wind rustles a bit. Consequently you crack your head again stirring up a loud "Yelp!" as you walk directly into the side of the building. Sitting back on your haunches rubbing the sore spot awkwardly with a paw you look up now taking into account the fake illusion of grass here. This reminds you of a star trek movie you watched on late night TV once. You walk back up and press a paw softly to the side of the building feeling the texture of wood and continue to prod and poke it as you walk around the perimeter not sure how to enter.