After she'd eaten, she cleans her utincels and put them away. Then waits out the storm. By the time the rain had stopped, she was yawning. Ready for bed. Perhaps it would not be that bad.  That thought was changed when she pokes her head out to see the wargs, orcs and gnolls. Cursing quietly, she ducks back in, rubbing her face. Gods!  A deep breath and she gathers a few things. Leaving most off her supplies. They were too cumbersome to take on a run. Ready, she kelt and edges up the back of the tent, then in a sudden burst, ducks under it and races for the nearby trees. she had a chance in the trees...