When Ponessa emerged, her arms were scratched a bit, and there were leaves in her silver hair, but she didn't care. She brushed off her clothes, "Nothing."

She then remembered something--Henrick loved to climb trees. It was a long shot, but it was possible...

She got herself a running start for the nearest tree and clasped onto the lowest branch, scrambling up into it. Even if she found nothing, she could get a birds-eye view, and perhaps could see something the others could not.