Trish rolls her eyes to the argument between the two as she feels a slight tingling on her skin; a sign that she hadn't much time before the potion took effect, and that she hadn't much time to escape. At the wall Trish sees a tiny tear in the tent canvas, just small enough to squeeze through.<br/>Trish looks up at the wolf. Seeing he's preoccupied with the young girl and their little power squabble, Trish bolts for the tear, squeezing her body through the tear and landing  outside in a puddle of water.<br/>"dammit..." She whispers, knowing the water has washed away the potion, ruining the second part of her pan; get big and run. Still she temps her luck by galloping away on all fours, crossing the campsite and into the jungle-like underbrush to attempt her escape...