(Ginarr pronounced: Ghinar (hard 'G' like 'Gold')
I was ship wrecked on this island when I was really young, a mountain lion had saved me and for some odd reason...the mountain lion didn't kill me. Instead he raised me as his own.
This mountain lion, my father's, name is Ginarr. This may sound like nonsense, but since I spent most of my life with him I understood was he said, his roars, his purrs. I understood "(Y/N), day dreaming again?" Ginarr asked. I looked down at him from the tree I was seated in "no, I'm coming!".
I jumped off the branch gripping onto a vine and sliding myself down, I pat my hands of leaves and dirt when I reached the floor. My father smiled "come" he made a gesture with his head.
We headed to our home, I giggled as the young cubs playing with their siblings and bothered their mothers. My father was the ruler, every day we got news of more of our kind dying because of the apes. My fat