@Fionraella Misha jumps to her feet. "Wait a second - stop it! Destin!" She shifts into her small but faster - she hoped - cat form and scampers after him, claws scraping soft ground as she lunged upwards. Her claws make purchase on the rough bark of a tree. From there she weaves from branch to branch, racing across the forest in hopes of - what? She wasn't sure. She hadn't planned that far ahead. For now, she plunges ahead through the foliage and loose branches.