As you came home from after a long hunt, the village residents noticed you, and a little girl called out in Wenja. They all approached you and welcomed you home with open arms, the men and women patting your shoulders and the little children laughing and hugging you, but the one person that stood out from the rest was a middle aged Wenja woman, your mother, who was holding a newborn baby wrapped in fur, who was actually your little sister, with a smile. She then spoke up with a proud, yet emotional tone

"In Wenja" Welcome home, my child...