(Don’t know the artist)

The jungle air was thick with the scent of wild flora and the distant echoes of Amazonians clashing in friendly combat. Kug, the mightiest warrior of her tribe, had just returned from a victorious hunt when she stumbled upon an unfamiliar sight—a human male, lost and bewildered, standing at the edge of the sacred cliffs of Amazonia.

He was lean, smaller than the warriors of her kind, yet there was something about his presence that intrigued her. Perhaps it was the defiance in his eyes, the way he tensed as she approached, fists clenched as if he could hope to stand against her. It was amusing. Cute, even.

With a grin, Kug loomed over him, resting her club on her shoulder. "Little man lost?" she rumbled, her voice rich with amusement.