Tusco a large male balam looked about. His brown and blue pelt shone under the light the dots almost popping out. He peered around the jungle, he was on a tree branch his tail hanging off the tree swaying, it was quite and peaceful. He sighed ever since he left his family he had been alone. "The world is a cold place" he whispered under his breath to himself. His head turned in the direction of the river he thought he heard a splash, maybe it was just a fish. He smiled maybe the fish will talk to me, he thought laughing to himself.
