|Marceline the Vampire Queen Sculpture|
The trail was small, but Piglet could still follow it. A trace of lifted dirt here, a bit of melting snow that had been stepped on, whatever he was following didn’t seem to be hiding it’s tracks well. The jagged pattern in which it went made him believe it may be in panic and possibly knew it was being followed. Piglet urged Winnie to move faster in hopes that their prey was nearby. However, after a few steps, the trail suddenly went cold. There was a large lump of kicked up dirt and nothing else to be seen. Piglet jumped off Winnie’s back and looked closer at the area.
“Nothing can hide its tracks that well,” Piglet said to himself, finding no other signs. He checked the dirt and found it to be incredibly loose. All the soil around it was in the same state. He looked to the bear and pointed to the ground and made a grabbing motion towards it. Winnie responded by digging his claws into the ground and tearing up the dirt. Underneath they found someone had made a hole, and the maker was still there.