Somehow, as they talked, I slipped inside the cave, moving slowly, careful with every step, letting their voices cover the small sounds of my breath and boots.
The cave air was thick and damp, and the echo of their conversation rolled over the stone walls in a lazy rhythm.
I stayed close to the shadows, letting the darkness swallow me as I moved deeper, my eyes adjusting bit by bit until I could finally see the two figures clearly.
The younger voice was coming from a huge green frog.
His body was massive, round, and slick, his skin shining faintly under the weak light of the cave.
His voice carried a lighter tone, almost childish, but there was strength behind it.
The deeper voice came from an ugly-looking monkey.
He was tall and wide, his frame thick with muscle, his arms long and heavy as they hung near the ground.
His face was twisted and rough, and when he spoke, it felt like the sound vibrated through the stone itself.
