((LMAO! Donald. XD))

Meanwhile, Lance was returning home to his folk's place from a day long hunting trip. With Kapu at his hips, he took off in a dead sprint to his home as he heard the dinner bell chime. Eager, he thrust himself through the door.

"We'll be feasting tomorrow! Kapu and I brought down a fine buck today." He pointed over his shoulder at the dead deer on the front steps. "Shall I gut him now, or shall I do so after our dinner?" His eyes froze when he saw his father single he and his brothers toward the table. "What is it father? Something wrong? Are you okay? Is mother sick?"

Thoughts raced through his mind, but he stopped once his father chuckled. "Sorry," he bowed. "I shall wait patiently to hear the joyous news." But, as he waited, he couldn't help but notice the sour faces of his brothers. "Isaac, what is it?"