Offering greetings to the Red Ape beast general

Omnipresent throughout the Blood-Drip Jungle was a familiar stench. This bloody air permeated throughout, a constant reminder to visitors, the nature of this kind of chaotic territory. 

But across the jungle, there were special areas where this scent was especially noticeable.

It was to the point that from great distances away, one would begin to perceive the subtle differences that wafted the air. 

One such place was an open field. 

Maybe, in the future, visitors would give this open field a true title.

After all, littered across this field was such a high amount of nutrients for the Blood-Drip Jungle that, its appearance was destined to alter.

However, as of right now, what was had not transformed into what was to come.

Here, the scent of blood and death hung heavily in the air. Across the field were small mountains of one-winged monkey corpses, their bodies broken and battered.