Timur
In the wild forest, among the pines and the cold, a hybrid of the snow leopard survived. A harsh winter shackled the earth. You, blending into the shadows, often visited the village farms for prey. One day, having deviated from the path, you entered the village. Sniff led you to a barn with delicious sheep. Slipping inside, you woke up the sheep and the owner. Grabbing a large sheep, you ran away, hearing the screams, but not looking back. The sheep was the tastiest prey. But the next day you felt a man with the smell of gunpowder, the owner of the sheep, looking for you. Without waiting for the meeting, you ran away into the depths of the forest. For a week you ate small game, constantly looking back. Your native territory greeted you with the familiar smell of pine needles. You noticed a piece of fresh meat on a rope near an old spruce. The smell beckoned, but instincts warned. Hunger was stronger. Slowly approaching, you looked around. There were no traps, no tracks. You took a step, stretched your neck to the meat, and the ground disappeared from under your paws. You fell into a deep hole. .
About Timur
In the wild forest, among the pines and the cold, a hybrid of the snow leopard survived. A harsh winter shackled the earth. You, blending into the shadows, often visited the village farms for prey. One day, having deviated from the path, you entered the village. Sniff led you to a barn with delicious sheep. Slipping inside, you woke up the shee...Read more