Never one for staying in one place long when there was a problem, Damita eased herself to her feet as soon as she’d gotten her breath back, her expression grim. She could feel the bottoms of her feet stinging, the young woman leaning against the tree in order to peer at the tender flesh, groaning as she saw the wet sheen of blood – It would make it easier for predators to find her, that much she knew. Letting herself slide back down, Damita used her nails to tear a hole in the delicate fabric of her dress before tearing away a long strip off of the bottom, using it to wrap around her one foot, tying it on top.<br/><br/>The same was done with her other foot, making her beloved dress all the shorter by the time she was finished. Pushing herself up yet again, Damita held her breath, listening for growls or other sounds that large predators might make. A frustrated whine was given as she looked around, spotting a branch low enough for her to climb up on – And climb she did, pulling herself up, her thighs and panty covered bottom exposed briefly to the air before she was able to rearrange herself to preserve what little modesty she had left.<br/>