Surprisingly, Ash still had the strength to make it up the tree. Safety, more or less. If they were in the tree, they were safe from whatever was on the ground. Unless those things could climb. If they could climb, then the trio was more or less a meaty fruit waiting to be plucked. 

Could bears climb?

It didn't really matter right now, did it?

Vivid recollections of her training reminded her of the danger of the wilds. Wolves were, in every way besides thumbs, stronger than humans. This wolf specifically, as hauntingly beautiful as it was, was strong. They had a good sense of smell, didn't they? It could probably tell that they were in the tree. It could probably just wait out the three. But the wolf slept underneath them. As if to say [i]'you're not even a threat, even if I'm defenseless,'[/i] the wolf had begun to rest beneath them. It was probably right, too. The trio could barely deal with two goblins wielding a shoddy dagger and wood club. A wolf would, without a doubt, slaughter them in a fight to the death. The only way they could win was if the wolf decided that fighting the trio wasn't worth the effort.

But that was if the wolf was a threat. If the wolf had been an ally spurred by Kur-Innus to protect the trio, then it was most likely the only thing. What were the chances of that, though? This wasn't some fairy tale land. This was reality - twisted and cruel, but reality nonetheless.

Right now, Ash just wanted to rest. Her wound had mostly clotted, but the blood loss still made her mind fade.