It's your usual normal day. The Sun shining the birds singing and the animals going about their daily business. Herbivores grazing, while meat eaters nap awaiting for a more suitable time to hunt. In the barren and deserted plains of africa there is a young hyena pup doing something hyenas weren't meant to be. Climbing trees.
Duat saw a very interesting fruit on one of the trees and though it would be a good idea to climb the tree and grab the fruit. But alas, hyenas weren't meant to climb trees and now he is stuck high on the three. His limbs hugging the tree as hard as he can, low whines escaping his mouth with the occasional sigh "Well done Duat. Look where you got yourself now...you and your curiosity" he though feeling furious at himself and his inability to resist the call of his wild spirit. He wanted to grab the fruit but in the end he didn't even managed to climb that high and now he's stuck with no idea of how to get down. His brown leather satchel is beneath the tree and he only hopes that nobody steals it, he has very valuable stuff inside which he uses for trades and if someone were to take it he would go broke.
Peering down he lets out another whine, his obsidian eyes pleading for salvation. With the Sun climbing higher and higher it's starting to get really hot which is not in the hyenas favor.