Tatum sat in the tent by herself. The twins still hadn't returned and the others were outside doing who knows what. Letting out a soft sigh, she pushed herself off of the hard ground and walked outside of the tent. It was still rather light out. She had noticed Luce dancing for a split second before Scott muttered something which caused her to immediately stop. A small laugh escaped her pursed lips, and she headed over a stray stump and brushed it off, sitting down on it after. "What time is it?" she asked, directing the question to no one in particular. It had felt like the group had been away from civilization for ages. But Tatum wasn't complaining - she was enjoying the piece and quiet. Hearing a rustle coming from beyond the woods, she stood up almost immediately, but laughed it off. They were in the woods - of course there were going to be rustles. The thing they were hunting wasn't the only thing in the forest.