Destin didn't hear her as he ran through the trees. He stumbles over a root and falls into semi-wet mud, getting plastered in it. He groans and sits up, rubbing his face, trying to free his nose and eyes of the sticky muck. He grimaces and looks around, blinking mud from his eyes. "Misha?" He calls out, wondering where she had gone. He struggles to his feet and turns in a circle. "MISHA!" He calls out again.