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A large tree that is situated near the center of the forest, it's thick, gnarly roots provide haven for some other land denizens, and when the berries fall, there are often many other animals scavanging under the taramin's home. With large, leafy leaves that block out most of the light, it has been around for long enough that every nook and cranny used by the tamarin have been softened and hallowed out in time and age.
The berries of the tree are unnaturally sweet-- if you can get to them. It has been defended by the current troop for a very long time, and because of a rather vicious, territorial streak that runs through the tamarin and saddleback monkeys, it has very rarely left their possession.
HOLE
In an area where it seems almost as if a branch has grown too steeply, there is a little niche with traces of an old birds nest. The old man has placed the branch and bulb there, where it is safe from predators and other herbivores too. Unfortunatly, the little ones cannot seem to leave it alone, and happen to be constantly running around with the branch and using it like a weapon. Thankfully everyone knows better than to abuse it- in the old man's words, 'it'll bring the wrath of the Great Spirit on you!'.
FAMILY
The Matriarch An old, very maternal tamarin who has the best interest of the troop in mind, she refuses to let the old man know if she has actually had any of his children- because really, it might have happened a long time ago. With a weakness for order but a strong bite whenever anyone crosses the line, she is the oldest female of the troop, and still has a couple of years left in her.
The Brother A saddleback who should have more to do in his hands than he actually seems to, he's a quick tongued young male in his prime, and has a healthy curiosity in this great spirit. Believing only in things that are in front of his eyes, he is a more abrasive, cocky version of what the old man might have been when he was in his prime.