City animals run a different script: they’ve got to outsmart traffic lights, dodge pigeons, and learn that a street can be both a runway and a deathtrap. Forest ones hide in leaves and eat what they find. The core idea—survive—stays the same, but the city turns survival into a hustle, a constant hustle with a neon soundtrack. It’s the same fight, just louder.

Sounds like the city’s got its own neon survival guide, but hey, river crossings? That’s the old‑school version of “take it slow, breathe, then jump.” One’s a wild, loud hustle, the other a quiet, brutal grace. Both are survival, just different beats.