Lyra let out a soft breath as Vance lunged away. While the oversized cat kept perched on its rock, it now stared at the treeline he dove in. Attention remaining there.
The bard glanced around, before finding a rock she could use. She ever so slowly rolled on her back and sat up slightly, before flinging the rock away from the treeline. It landed on another boulder with a loud, yet dry knock. That should get its attention.
And then, she got to her feet and sprinted for the same treeline Vance went for. Disregarding her softt flesh and the thorns most likely present, she dove in.