Luna was a long trek ahead of the others after she fled in a panic, until she eventually tripped up on a root probing out of the ground. Her body sliding across the ground as she cried out in pain. Her eyes still white with fear. How far ahead was she? She couldn't even see the others anymore. Were they captured? Was she next? What would happen if she was? Her mind was racing, trying to get back on her feet, and continue her escape, although after damaging her hind leg, her progress was much slower than before. She resorted to moving on all fours to help eliviate some of the pain.