Hearing the shrill sound of something tearing through the air from not far away, a monkey covered in golden fur, a fluffy tail trailing behind him, raced toward the top of a tree hundreds of feet tall.
"Alan! Come back! It's dangerous up there!" a gray-furred female monkey cried from behind him.
"It's fine, Mom! I'll be back soon!" the golden monkey named Alan shouted. Without even looking back, he continued charging upward and swiftly vanished above the canopy.
"His father, couldn't you at least stop him?" the female monkey complained to a sturdy yellow monkey beside her.
The yellow monkey looked up at the leaves overhead, shifted toward where the sunlight shone, casually grabbed a fruit beside him, and said through a mouthful, "It's not like you don't know—even if I wanted to stop him, I'd have to be able to catch him first, right?"
"Ah!" The female monkey sighed and muttered to herself, "The important figures in the center of the forest are fighting. Why does he have to go join the excitement?"
"Alan's mother, don't worry so much." An aged monkey beside them said, "Alan is the genius of our monkey clan, our future chief. He'll definitely be fine."
"That's easy for you to say, Chief. But what if something happens?"
"Enough." The male monkey cut in. "He's been bold since he was little. What can we do? Besides, a valiant warrior should have the courage to face any danger. Don't forget, how many peaceful years have we even had? Back in the old days, Alan should already have been hunting with the hunting party. Wouldn't that have been just as dangerous..."
The golden monkey Alan knew nothing of the discussion behind him. Listening to the growing clamor and watching the sky above grow brighter and brighter,