That's Not Winnie The Pooh...

She was tiny, but she didn't care. Using it to her advantage to move through the lands undetected, it was easy enough to make her way a little too far from home. In the cover of night, she moved through the brush and plains until an interesting scent caught her attention. First, a slight whiff of a bear which had her fur standing on end almost instantly. That was one predator she didn't want to tangle with again. No, it was the second scent that interested her. Wolf. Who? There was a strong pack scent too. Which one though? Curious, the imp of a girl turns and follows after the lanky skeletal woman. Keeping her bi-colored gaze trained on the shadowy form, she picks up her pace as they begin to descend into the gorge.