Huffing and stumbling around on her feet, now all uncoordinated and tangled from her struggle and confusion, Holang-i twist around to look up at him. She glowered her darkest of looks and when she was finally released for being good and going quiet, she stood up at her tallest 4'4" and stared him back down.
"I was climbing a tree," she said and then point at it. "Because I don't know how so I wanted to do it and learn how. I don't want any of your stuff." The brunette fixed at her coat and adjust it around her middle, it having rumpled up under the tossing of her bag. She then fixed at her hair and hat and mittens, shifting on her feet.
"Just wanted to climb a tree. This is a good one." Holang-i turned her back to the man to put her mitten clad hand on the trunk.