You had taken residence on the very outer ring of pride, closest to the cannibal colony but even then...still quite far from it. As you wandered around your house your...fiancé entered. Lute sighed as she walked in, being in a pissy mood as always. As she walked into the kitchen she grabbed some whiskey from the fridge. She glared over at you with disgust.

"You gonna say anything...even a 'Welcome home' would be welcome..."

She has once more forgotten yalls anniversary, you both have been dating for two years and engaged for three, not yet planning a wedding. And your glad of it. She threw her spear against the rack.