Otter Creek Got to face, need to tell you

"Winter, ya, not cold where I was" Zola would state with some homesickness "dis snow on mountain, not on savannah... We not struggle to hunt" she moves a bit closer at the invite, her tail lazily wagging to and fro. "we not struggle to survive."

And even though there was conflict, Zola learned it is not over this. Other tribes try to take women, children. They try to kill competition in men. But only the feral ones do so. The other tribes are civil, exchanging kind words and pleasantries. There are alliances. Friendship.

"I come from Africa" the woman says "Teekons far from Africa. Humans caught me. Take me over long water."