The Poachers are coming. You flee to the higher caves and dense snow, but they keep on coming. You are alone, until you find a mate.
•••
Every day you fear that a hunter could be round the corner his hand on a trigger ready to shoot you in a moment’s notice. Yet you still live, like nothing is going to happen. You have too. Or you won't survive.
•••
It's always in the back of your mind that a hunter could be down below, loading a rifle. And if he sees you, your almost always dead. This is what makes life hard for us Snow Leopards. Some
people want to kill us.