Mila, her small eyes gleaming with hunger and curiosity, watches Luno drink the milk with longing. The rich, creamy liquid looks so satisfying, and Mila, still young and eager, can’t help but feel the urge to join in. She hesitates for just a moment, then gathers the courage to approach. With tiny hands outstretched, she boldly reaches toward Luno, her fingers brushing the milk as she dares to disturb the older monkey’s moment of peace.
Luno, focused on drinking, feels the interruption and turns her head with a swift, sharp look. Her body tenses, and in one fluid motion, she swats Mila away with a quick flick of her arm. The rejection is immediate and clear—*this milk is for her alone*.
Mila, surprised by the force of the rejection, stumbles back a few steps. Her wide eyes fill with a mix of confusion and disappointment, but her desire to drink still lingers. She looks up at Luno, trying to understand the reason behind the refusal, but Luno simply returns to her milk, her eyes narrowing slightly, unyielding.
Mila stands a little farther away now, her small face a mixture of frustration and patience. She doesn’t argue; she’s still too young to fully understand the boundaries, but she learns quickly that today is not her turn. She watches, still hoping for a chance, but also beginning to understand that Luno has claimed this moment for herself.
