Tiger grrrrr

Your glowing orange coat shimmers behind the dull trees.

Your hunt is like a deadly dance.

Weaving in and out through the trees.

As quiet as the falling rain.

Your agile body is growing and shrinking with every step.

But what is this? 

Cubs?

A predator, a hunter, a mother.

Caring for her young.

You're all alone. No one to help care for your young.

A protective mother.

A tiger.