Wounded Pride

I tried.

I tried, and failed.

I challenged the resident Silverback today. It was earlier this morning. I could barely sleep last night due to nerves, and I knew I just had to get it over with.

The challenge did not last very long. He is bigger than me, and more experienced. His age slowed him down, but I was not well rested. I should have prepared better, but I was too rash. I can see that now.

My arm hurts. It got wrenched during the challenge.

The ladies, so many of them jeered at me. Those that were not jeering were instead very silent, and tried to hide themselves in the brush. Most of the outspoken ones had children with them. Some of their older children jeered as well.

I can not show my face there again. I must find and regroup with my bachelor pack.

Someday, I will have my own ladies. Ladies that will not jeer at me. Someday, I will have ladies that will stand by my side, and be proud of the Silverback they follow.