Moomin watched Snufkin as he picked his gun back up. Snufkin began to walk off, presumably back to his tent. Moomin wondered if he should follow after him, but his thoughts were interuppted by a loud bang. He turned around and saw a strange figure. Whoever they were, they had a gun, and they looked dangerous. Moomin slowly began to move, but his foot snagged on a branch and he fell. The figure heard and turned to his direction, gun pointed. Moomin got up and ran, never looking back. He ran to the one person he knew was safe.
