As Joley pointed towards the tree, Crescent's gaze of course followed as she stared up at the massive trunk, the rigid and old brown bark, the cluster of branches and dry, sunburst colored leaves gently swaying in the wind. Just as Crescent opened her mouth, about to say something, Joley had already run off towards the tree and quickly scaled the tree's branches, until she sat far away from the ground in one of the many higher branches.<br/><br/>Crescent, for a few seconds, lowered her head, thinking to herself how dumb she would be with the inability to achieve what Joley had just done. Quietly mumbling "Awww..." to herself, before stepping over towards the tree and raising her head towards Joley. The oncoming wind nearly knowing her hood down, before she quickly reached a hand up and holds her hood firmly down.<br/><br/>Drawing in a breath to brace herself, Crescent hesitantly reaches for one of the lower branches of this tree... Holding it with both hands as she pulls herself up slowly. Then, the branch above that. And the one above that. Rinse, and repeat, until she was close to the branch that Joley sat in, and sat herself down on another branch close by. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Crescent leaned herself against the bark of the tree. If she had no scarf on, Joley could probably see she was smiling to herself, in that moment.<br/><br/>Lowering her head, her quiet voice ended up breaking the silence somewhat. "Um... Th... Thank you..." She piped up, softly, lacing her fingers together awkwardly. "...F-For help, w-with the hunters... Back there..." She finished, raising a hand to rub her left shoulder, having nearly forgotten that a bullet had lodged itself in there. She awkwardly began picking at the wound, rather weakly, knowing the bullet hurt her not too terribly. And as she had nothing else she knew to say, in the moment.