I'm off the leash and out of my habitat. Discomforted and startled.
I don't know what you people do; I've never been like you, and most of you know it.
Complacent, I don't hunt any more. No prey makes me happy, so why bother?
Eventually I'll end up like the cougars on Vancouver Island, hunted out of my own space and encroached on from all sides. It doesn't matter that I've given up; eventually I'll meet a bad end for the sake of a greater future.
"A magnificent tiger is angry, aggressive, belligerent, deceptive, but beautiful and strong." -- Nikolai Pavlenko