It was a quiet afternoon in the troop when tiny baby Arian, only a few weeks old, began searching for his mother’s milk. His soft, curious eyes scanned every movement, his tiny mouth opening as if already tasting the comfort he longed for. But before he could reach his goal, trouble began.
Anna, an older female in the group known for her unpredictable mood, spotted Arian wandering near her. Without warning, she reached out, grabbed the tiny baby, and began dragging him across the ground. Arian’s little hands flailed helplessly, his small voice squeaking in distress. His delicate fur brushed against dirt and grass as he struggled to keep up with her rough pull.
The troop members looked on — some curious, others uneasy — but no one dared to interfere. Anna’s grip was firm, and she seemed determined to take Arian somewhere away from his nursing mother. The baby’s eyes darted around, confused and scared, still thinking about the milk he desperately wanted. Every small tug from Anna’s hands felt too strong for his fragile body.
Finally, Arian’s mother noticed the scene and rushed over, calling out with urgent, warning sounds. She blocked Anna’s path, grabbing her baby back and clutching him tightly to her chest. Arian’s little body trembled, but he quickly buried his face into his mother’s fur, trying to find safety and the familiar warmth of her milk.
The moment left everyone tense. Such rough treatment could have easily hurt the tiny baby, yet Arian was lucky to escape without injury. His search for the milk-nipple was interrupted, but in his mother’s arms, he could finally rest. Still, the troop knew — when Anna was in a bad mood, no little one was safe from her unpredictable ways.
