The Simien King

I was tracking a group of gelada baboons up to the cliff rim. It was raining. The monkeys, one after another started to climb down the steep rocks to get in caves where they hide at night. The big male remained alone on the edge of the abyss. The last rays of the sunset appeared under rainy clouds and the yawning monkey male showed his giant canines. It came like a gesture of a king of this beautiful mountains.