Then, he heard it—a faint rustling sound above them. Paul’s body tensed, his instincts screaming danger. His eyes darted across the canopy, expecting an ambush. The rustling grew louder, and he braced himself. But what he saw next left him frozen in shock.
Strung high in the trees were two baby gorillas, tangled in crude nets. Their small bodies wriggled as they whimpered softly, their terrified cries piercing the stillness. Paul’s stomach churned. This was clearly the work of poachers, and the sight filled him with rage and helplessness.