Macaque hummed a tune as he swung his legs back and forth, sitting on the edge of the porch of his dojo, he glanced at the time.

His successor was late today...that was unusual for them, but then again, maybe they just got caught up in something.

After a little longer he grew bored, sighing and walking back in, after longer than that he hated to admit he got worried, but after one more hour then sun started to lower and he didn't care who knew it, he was worried, and he needed to find that cub now.

He was on the verge of panicking and was sending shadows out to find them.

No word.

None of the shadows had found them, but then he felt a tug on his sleeve, he glanced down quickly and was admittedly surprised, was that...his successor? They were so little though..