Mortis grinned when she noticed her gnome doing some damage over the top of her book as she sketched, but it was quickly wiped from her face as she noticed the wolves advancing towards Max, eying her. Without thinking twice, she began to climb further up the tree, careful to keep her book open so her work on the komodo wouldn't be erased. "Please tell me these bastards can't climb," she said to herself, as she began to climb dangerously high. It was hard climbing with her one hand keeping the book from closing but somehow she managed until she lost her footing and dropped. Thankfully, she managed to grab one of the lower limbs with her tail which prevented her from falling too far down and her bag managed to catch on a limb without spilling out, however her book wasn't so lucky. It was now bouncing off the limbs until it landed on the ground, open to the half finished komodo.
Goddamnit! she thought, angry beyond comprehension at herself for allowing the book to escape her grip. Tears began to well up in her eyes, fear having a nasty hold on her momentarily until an idea shot through her head...Let's hope the bastards can't find me, either. Again, without thinking, she regained her composure and began to take off her clothes as her scales rippled to match her environment. She threw her clothes upward, not caring if they landed on a limb or not and within the short minute she had been hanging, she was suddenly nowhere to be found.