I do not fear the bumps in the night

Curiosity had brought her into the woods, now bad luck seemed intent on making sure she didn't get out. Arayne grumbled as she glared at a tree she was certain she had passed three or four times already. Somewhere in the woods an animal screamed, followed by a bird calling. She shuddered, drawing her limbs in. She wasn't scared of the dark, no. It was what was in the dark that frightened her.

She sighed, taking a deep breath and stepping away from the tree. She needed to stay calm about this. She sniffed the air, trying to detect any new scents or feel any air movements in her whiskers that might indicate a draft from outside the woods. Following a likely trail, she leapt off into the brush, turning this way and that as she followed the trail...

...Only to end up at that same damn tree.

"Godsdammit!"