Was there a Baryonyx nearby?

No, but that doesn’t stop Claire

Claire couldn’t hear the Baryonyx’s roar anymore or its footsteps, but that didn’t stop her from running.

She was careful to jump over bits of wood and stones that would cut and bleed her feet. However, the deeper she went into the forest, the more her visibility was skewed. She was trying her best to keep pace and avoid obstacles from tripping or hurting her. It didn’t help her focus when tree branches or the shrubbery were hell-bent on ‘credit carding’ her vagina and butt when she ran past them.

It was incredibly distracting having a cold wet pointed leaf caress your asshole and vulva!