I’m on all fours, and I’m running with a pack, struggling to keep up. Sunset is approaching. The mission is nearly complete and we need to make it back to our territory before it gets dark. A respite before we go again tomorrow.
I still don’t know what the mission is. It’s a blur. I’m just about keeping up with the pack, but I have no idea why, what or who I’m with. The chase today was over before I knew it.
We're close to basecamp now, and I feel an itch on my arm. I look down to see what it is. My skin is darker and there’s fur. My cheeks feel funny. I’ve lost all my clothes. I’m stripped to my core feeling anxious. I move away from the pack to find out what’s happening. They briefly look back to see why I’ve stopped, but don’t care and relentlessly continue.
I see a puddle close by and stumble over to look at the reflection, and there lies my answer.
I’m a monkey. I’m lost in a pack trying to keep up. And I don’t know what with, or why. I look up to see if my pack is in sight. They aren’t too far, but there’s bad news. A shadow of jaguars loom. They're on the kill.
The pack full of strangers I was running with have no chance. Despite this, they don't change their path, they run faster into the danger. I decide to turn the other way and find a better path home.