Everyone gasped in fright and after sniffing the air, Javier whispered, "Hide!"
"Where?!" Kailu panicked. Other than rolling around in the mud, or throwing himself into a dubious looking bush he had no idea.
The four Werewolves gave him his answer as they frantically climbed the trees like a bunch of monkeys on steroids. The presence of Ikaris and Malia faded as they triggered their Stealth Spark and they too climbed the tree branches in a few nimble acrobatics.
Ruvaen then showed all the feather-light footwork and nimbleness of the elves, running vertically up the trunk of the tree in front of him and leaping several feet into the air to reach a high branch as his inertia was beginning to wane.
Soon, only a distraught Kailu was left on the ground.
'How the fuck am I supposed to climb so fast?' He cursed inwardly. He had no claws and no experience as a climber.
