Deepwood Weald Sherlock Work

As she stumbled along, she could hear a soft thumping of paws against the ground, and and did nothing but a glance back to see them following. And then stopping. She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the new-found stalker, assuming he continued to follow her.

She neared a tree with a well-placed branch, for her case, that is, and hopped up. Another low branch was beside it, and she hopped again, this time almost falling back. She let out a squeaked chirp, hanging on tight before regaining balance. And then the wolf spoke.

"Now why would a wolf take any lunch of mine, considering I eat bugs." At that moment, her tummy grumbled. She wished for those worms that wolf had given her. The same wolf she was on this 'quest' of hers for. "No, I'm searching for her because her brother asked me to. Now, if you are of no help, please leave me be." And with that, she skipped to another, almost slipping again. How'd she get herself into this?