It was his turn to take watch.
Well, Lucas usually took first watch so the boys could get some real sleep. He ran himself ragged but over the years and the stint he did with the military taught him the valuable lesson of being able to fall asleep very quickly for short amounts of time. If there was a moment to spare, Lucas was probably taking that moment to sleep.
Usually nothing happened. When they were found out, it was usually during the day time and he and the boys could hear who ever it was coming.
Luc usually did small carvings to waste time and stay awake. Various tiny wooden creatures that were supposed to be animals were left just about everywhere they stayed and he was working on one such animal when he heard a rustling in the bushes. His head jerked up and he lowered his hands, eyes staring out into the darkness because it didn't sound like many people.
One person he could take. These days it took more mental energy to come to terms with slitting a throat than actual effort to press a blade into flesh.
Slowly, he placed the little carving down and held his knife out, brushing his hair from his face and de-tangling it from the beard he'd let grow a little too much.
To his surprise, a young woman shot past him like a spit. He blinked, confused, before he got up and gave chase. Just what was she running from?
Regardless, he couldn't get a stranger go and his boots hit the ground and he rushed after her. It wasn't much effort to catch up, people running on terror instead of calculation took strange turns and weren't exactly faster.
"Stop!" He shouted before he curled around her chest and he lifted her off the ground with a grunt. "What's chasing you?" Lucas held her up off the ground so she couldn't run away, glancing behind where she'd run from, "I want to help you, but if you choose to run away from me, I'm not following you."
