Hermione's sort of busy running for her life, so she doesn't notice that there's anyone else on the scene until she hears a voice calling for her to climb up a tree. It had definitely been a thought, but she needs to make sure the bears would be distracted long enough for her to do that, since she's not exactly the best climber.

So she turns around just enough to glance behind her, catching sight of the woman who'd apparently called out to her. Just when she's about to turn back, though, she notices a strange shift, and it's not just in the fact that the bears are no longer paying her the most attention.

Oh. A werewolf. Who can control her transformations, apparently. That... shouldn't be possible.

But okay. She isn't going to look a gift wolf in the mouth, especially not if that mouth ends up being indiscriminate about what it eats up. So she's only all too happy to take the distraction offered to her, scrambling up the nearest tree and deciding that she can always perch herself as high as possible and use that vantage point to figure out where to aim her wand, if need be.