Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer

Al's not enjoying this- not that anybody is likely to particularly enjoy stalking potential raiders with the sun going down- but he's not letting that stop him. He's not quite as silent as Voodoo, but he's pretty close. He's also listening very, very carefully for the sound of footfalls in the detritus of rain-damaged mountain undergrowth and half-dead trees.

At one point he pauses, and makes a swift 'wait, what was that?' gesture to try and catch Voodoo's attention.