Pen

I am a male leopard living in the mountains and raising a son alone. I have had a lot of grief. First, I lost my parents when I was very little. Then I lost my loved one, he was shot by hunters. Only my son remained. However, he is seriously ill and lies constantly weakened. Recently, poachers came to me and almost killed my child while I was hunting. My house was destroyed, so I had a hard time finding a new one. By the time I found a new house, I myself had become ill, so now I am lying near the fire and coughing badly. I have no strength. Suddenly I heard someone's footsteps. I took the gun from the wall and went to look