Shiro lost her grip, falling a few inches down the tree she was climbing - or attempting to at least - before her flailing hands purchased grip on the rough bark once again. She uttered a string of curses under her breath, the sting of numerous cuts all over her hands, a constant throb of pain that was beginning to drive her mad. She gritted her teeth and caught her breath, surveying the area around and below her, which was really nothing she coundn't see from the ground. She was lost and could think of no other way to find her current location, and by extension the location of the dojo, than by climbing as far up a tree as she possibly could. So that's exactly what she was doing, and what did she have to show for it? She was 3ft up a tree which, by almost anybodys terms, was pitiful, and was covered head to toe in dirt. A monkey she was not. Giving up Shiro slumped against the tree, sideways against the trunk and at an awkward angle. Giving up. Her next best option was to find someone going to the same location - but the foliage was thick and if she couldn't find her way through such a small forest, what luck would she have at tracking? She groaned and sat up only to hug her knees and stare into the middle distance, plotting.