Some devoured their prize greedily; others tossed half-eaten morsels aside. Their bodies were human, but their minds… wild, instinctive, untamed.
A twig snapped nearby. Kaya froze, heart jolting. One of the children paused mid-swing, eyes narrowing at her, lips pressed tight. Every muscle in her body tensed. Fascination gave way to unease. She knew, without a doubt, that curiosity here came with consequences — one wrong move, and the tribe would make her regret it.
Strange, terrifying, fascinating — all at once.
Kaya spent most of her days like this, perched at a distance, watching the monkey tribe move through their routines. Compared to other tribes, they seemed… disciplined. Not in a human sense of work, but their actions carried purpose. A woman sat nearby, sewing hides with meticulous care. Kaya blinked, fascinated. How often did one see a monkey so patient, so focused on a single task?
