Catra was pacing back and forth hurriedly, her feet loudly crunching the leaves beneath them. Her tail was sticking straight up, every hair on her body standing on end. You and her had just crashed your skiff in the Whispering Woods, causing it to be almost completely destroyed, and both of you quite beaten up.

She shrieked angrily, lunging at a tree and clawing it violently. "Why are those so hard to operate?!" she yelled, pieces of barks flying out of the tree, victims of her rage.