James was sitting there, just staring into the fire and only having thoughts of how old he had became. His thoughts filled with mid-life crisis, however were completely dispersed as another hunter waved at him. Kilugna was her name. James slowly stood up, hearing the popping sound from his knees and frowning a bit. He then looked at the widow with her daughter, gently smiling towards them both, and waving his hand, before making his way towards the other hunter.

"A good catch, Kilugna" His tone was completely honest, without a hint of sarcasm or irony.