Yes

Emma smirked slightly, imagining her freedom from this brushy hell was close at hand. Within seconds she saw an old mudslide about a thousand feet from her! The best part was that it was still fresh enough not to be overgrown! As soon as she saw it, she headed for it, eager to escape this tangle of brush.

Once more, she was hurled by more branches as she traversed the woods, slowing her movement even more. With each stop, she grew frustrated with how close she was to freedom and how long it was taking her to get there. In the event that she couldn't find the trail before nightfall, she would never be able to find her way home.

In her mind, she mulled through that worry, wondering if she was getting closer to her goal or farther away. Her blood boiled as her fingers freed themselves from another bush. Is this even possible? Why is every bush behind her grabbing at her? She was hampered by her desire to just plow a straight path through. It would be so much easier.