billnyethehunterguy It had been a while since he hunted alone. Maybe two days, honestly, which was too long for Jack, as this was an integral part of his life now. Roger having helped with reapplying the clay to his face, there was no need to bother with that. Jack only waited until the others - or most of them, anyway - had fallen asleep. Once it seemed to be so, Jack grabbed his beloved spear and began to make his way out. Readjusting the slightly torn, now useless besides to show he was still in charge cap atop his head, Jack quickly walked over the rocks and ducked into the familiar foliage. Immediately, he began to try and locate the surely asleep mammals. Soon hearing some quiet sounds a small ways away, though, Jack slowed his pace and took in a deep breath. Pigs awake at this hour...? Unlikely, but he wouldn't let the chance slip away if that were the case. He followed the sound as best he could, which proved to be easy with all his practice. Holding out his spear, he quickly found the source of the sound but - that obviously wasn't a pig. Jack furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes. Was that ... "Bill?" he uttered, surprised as he had sworn to himself that the others were asleep. Clearing his throat, he stood up straight and glanced over the boy. What in God's name was he doing? "Why aren't you asleep?"