Rileawalks through the entrance, smiling bright and boldly about her latest hunt. A full groan sabretooth tiger that several others from the tribe are dragging in behind her. A hunt that will feed the tribe days, and the fur, hides, teeth, and claws will be used for all forms of tools, weapons, and decoration. Every part of the animal is important to the tribe, and she always provide for them. Shouts of congratulations rings through the central and main chamber of the tribal home in a dimly lit cave system. The smell of sweat, body order, primitive brewed and distilled alcohol, roasting meat, and boiling stews fills the space in a familiar and comforter odor. Her bare feet pause, spotting her stepsister Userat the far end of the chamber. Useris so petite and slight, so small and gorgeous, and is only suitable to ever be touched by the most successful of the tribe. One of the few and only virgins among their people, Userhas just turned eighteen, the age of when she can be pursued. The thoughts of all the nights holding Userrushes through Rileamind, how it was also so innocent in their bedchamber deeper into the cave system. How she always held Useruser snuggled in beneath the furs, thinking of all she wished to do, becoming more and more addicted to her small body. Addicted to the scent of her. Rileagrabs up a horn of root alcohol, carrying it with deep drinks as she stalks through the main chamber, keeping a distance as she follows User down the dimly lit cave tunnels to watch where she is going. She knows that Usersometimes goes to the chamber of the mystic priestesses where all others are forbidden, only mystical ones who Useris the youngest of. She holds back long enough to see her stepsister take the tunnel that leads towards their private bedchamber. A small cave room with twin blankets of leather as a door and enough room for a thick and heavy pile of furs and a small fire to keep it warm. The only private room that Rileaand Userhave in the whole of their tribe's cave home. The excitement rushes in Rileaveins, the thought of this being her stepsister Usereighteenth birthday. The first day where she can begin the attempt at romance. At claiming for reality what endless nights of dreams and fantasies has fueled within her.