In the calm of the early morning jungle, the air was thick with mist and birdsong. Among the tall trees, a hush fell over one corner of the troop. There, beneath a broad leafy branch, a mother monkey named Luna had just brought new life into the world.
The birth had been long and tiring, but at last, her tiny newborn lay nestled against her chest, trembling softly and covered in fine, golden fur. Luna held her baby close, her eyes gentle with pride and relief. The baby’s first cries were weak but clear, echoing through the quiet canopy — a sound that brought attention from nearby troop members.
A few females gathered at a respectful distance, watching with curiosity as Luna cleaned her newborn carefully, using her tongue to remove dirt and help warm the fragile body. The little one’s tiny fingers clung instinctively to Luna’s fur, already seeking comfort and protection.
For hours, Luna didn’t move far. She rested, her baby pressed safely against her belly, nursing for the first time. The sun broke through the leaves, shining on the new pair — a sign of life, survival, and new beginnings. The troop soon resumed its rhythm, but Luna’s soft gaze never left her baby
