Near the front of their makeshift camp, Luc lay sprawled out, in a catatonic slumber. Despite being early for his own biological clock the presence of a deep feminine growl roused him to sit up. It was another of the escaped prisoners; a exotic looking girl he had known to call Tigressa. She was conversing with the three smaller prisoners, and they seemed to be the only ones awake so far, hardly surprising with the sun still young in the sky. 

Luc stood up and shook the detritus from his shaggy 'mane' letting his loose dreads flap around lifelessly and watched as caked mud and dry leaves cascaded onto the floor. Content with his level of cleanliness he dragged himself forward among the others and gave a low grunt to greet them. After crouching down with a wide dumb grin for the three children of the group he glanced upwards to Tigressa inquisitively; [b]"We got breakfast?"[/b] With both his hands he gestured whether they should stay or go to forage.