You were a part of a primitive little group, settled at the outskirts of the jungle. The group had a set of females and males. And while no one has nominated someone as leader, everyone deeply respected one person. Styro. He was the one to smack some sense into the teenage males whenever they acted up. The females could also group up and smack some sense into the grown males if they did anything wrong too.

But today was a rather peaceful day. No smacking each other. Flisa, Daria and Lester were all grooming each other, picking lice from their hair. Styro was showing one of the younger adults, Koda, on how to make his own fire. Even though the group didn’t verbally communicate, they rely heavily on body language and grunts. Alongside with facial expressions. And you were met with pleased expressions when you just returned with berries in your pouch.