Stag called out atop the stump, hoping to attract new members with new blood. (WE NEED NEW IMMUNITY GENES)
Suddenly, a sandy pink nicheling appeared out of nowhere. "What is all that ruckus you're making!? I was trying to sleep! You'll probably attract all the hearing apes and bearyenas on this island!" She hissed.
"Whoops, sorry." Stag knew this nicheling was right. The hearing apes in the nearby jungle would hear him from a mile away.
"But since you've come here, do you want to join my tribe? You seem to be a loner, so we could give you protection." He offered.
The nicheling paused for a second, then responded. "My feelings about tribes are mixed, but I've watched you weirdos from afar, and you seem ok. I'm Kayla." She said.
"Welcome to the Wildberry Tribe, Kayla." He responded cheerily.