It had been a while since the death of their people in the home cave, Lyall and Caldon had formed a strong bond together and had become like a brother and sister, although she towered above Caldon, Lyall could quite easily, or so he felt, beat her in anything they wished to do, height, was a sign of strength in their clan. Both Lyall and Caldon had taken charge of the people of the clan, Lyall was the leader and Caldon her second.<br/><br/>Lyall had gone hunting with a few of the clans people to find meat for their larder, life had been good to them and they gave thanks to the spirits every day, Caldon watched the Shaman preparing her fire and a few herbs she was using, that was so strange to Caldon, he never understood the way of the Shaman.<br/><br/>Caldon prepared the main hearth for the impending feast that he felt was coming with the return of Lyall, she was a great huntress. Caldon cleared the hearth of ashes from the fire that had been there, after, he arranged the stones in a neat circle and getting a hot cinder from the small fire that was kept burning within his own hearth, he built a fire and arranged a spit above.<br/><br/>There were enough in the clan to look out for each other but they all had their chores to do, whether that be the leader, or the lone hunter, they all did what needed to be done, one of Caldon's wishes that the clan grew, maybe others would join, lone hunters traveling the plains below our cave.<br/><br/>Caldon's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the conch shell sounding the arrival of our leader with meat for the larder, and for the feast this night, Caldon's mouth was watering in anticipation, he ran to the entrance of the cave to greet Lyall, but held back as he smelt her dung covered body.