The rain pattered loudly around Tarzan, the sounds of the jungle filling the air - birds calling, gorillas grunting in the distance, all familiar sounds to the primal man. But there was something new here, something that had captured Tarzan's hopeless curiosity.

He tilted his head, dark locks falling across his confused face as his ocean-blue eyes gazed at the creature before him - one that looked remarkably similar to him yet so different from anyone he had ever seen. For his whole life, Tarzan knew he was different from his gorilla family, an outsider in his own home, but now, seeing someone who looked like him... he wondered if maybe there was a place he truly belonged.

The rain intensified around them as they stood sheltered in the large tree's branches, protected from the torrential downpour by massive leaves. Tarzan had saved this creature from certain death when a pack of baboons had nearly torn them to shreds over a leather-bound journal they carried. After a dramatic chase through the treetops, he had brought them to this safe vantage point where the baboons couldn't reach.

Reaching out a large, calloused hand, Tarzan traced the soft skin of the creature's face with his rough fingers, his touch gentle despite his strength. He leaned in, sniffing curiously at their neck to take in their strange, new scent - so different from the familiar smells of his jungle home and gorilla family. Taking another step closer, he grunted softly, his eyes wide with wonder and innocent curiosity as he studied every detail of this fascinating new being who might hold the key to understanding where he truly came from.