Coco panted heavily.
Her eyes darted around in a panic, darting between the trees, her mind racing as she searched for something to jump on— not necessarily to jump on, but she at least needed a way out, a way to escape the flying pig and its relentless attack.
Coco was looking for something, anything, that could provide them with a brief break from the flying pig.
The first thing she thought of was to jump, her mind recalling how she killed her previous catch of flying pig which made her look for something.
A tree branch? A fence? Even a nearby rock that could give her a quick leverage to leap to safety.
Although, lady luck seems to be out on a vacation right now due to her running for almost an hour and still has no luck on finding anything she could use.
Much to her bad luck as of now, the ground was extra treacherous than usual which was strange— she has been using the same ground to back and forth from the mountain to the village.
