The mothers, in nervous, high pitched tones, called their young to their sides, and with them moved to safety behind their lords and masters. Korak called aloud to the king, who, at the familiar voice, advanced slowly, warily, and still stiff-legged. He must have the confirmatory evidence of his nose before venturing to rely too implicitly upon the testimony of his ears and eyes. Korak stood perfectly still. To have advanced then might have precipitated an immediate attack, or, as easily, a panic of flight.
Wild beasts are creatures of nerves.
The king baboon approached Korak. Korak spoke to him. I opened the cage that held you. I saved you from the Tarmangani. I am Korak, The Killer.