Introducing: Amur Leopard

I do not have much time to give you, as my son is getting anxious again. We have not eaten in two nights, and I must rest for the hunt when the sun goes down.

Our last meal was a small deer, one who was clearly weakened by the long winter. She was an easy kill. My son was able to replenish some of the fat that has left him these past few months, and I was able to restore my energy.

You really mustn’t twitch so with that pen of yours.

The snow has blasted harder than usual for two days now. It stings my muzzle, and makes tracking prey exceedingly difficult. So we have waited it out. Tonight, it seems, the storm has calmed. Tonight, I may not need to hunt, as the storm sometimes hunts for us. She stings our faces and burns our ears, but she always gives due compensation. It is the way things are.

I rest, nevertheless. It is only the foolish that put faith in luck. A well-rested body is the key to any chance of success.

You really must stop twitching, so. It has been two nights, and the stomach has been known play tricks on the mind, little human.