Zoey followed, stopping near the trunk of the tree and looking up at the branches. She carefully observed how far the first branch was from her reach and then glanced around. Making sure no one was paying attention, and that her phone was securely in her pocket she reach up, her nails suddenly sharper and more clawlike, allowing her to climb the tree with ease, she pulled herself onto a comfortable branch, hanging her bookbag on a branch just higher that it on her right.