[She's not all that far in to the forest thankfully. She's standing at a tree, just beating on it with her fists. Although the color of red is definitely there on her hands, her arms and the tree. She's taken some scrapes on her arms and her knuckles have busted open but she continues to use them to beat on the tree as if she could bring it down. Not paying attention the only sounds are frustrated and pained sounds. It does seem like she's hitting it harder now that she has heard her name...]
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