You are a jaguar. You were minding your own business, laying in the green grass and enjoying the sun on your fur. Eyes squinted and panting softly, sprawled out on the floor and was about to fall asleep when suddenly there was a loud bang. Then you felt an agonizing pain in your leg.

You were just shot in the leg by poachers, you screeching in pain, blood flooding the grass beneath you. You tried to stand up when you were shot again in the back. You growled in pain and took off running despite the bullets flying at you.

You ran for a while until you felt safe enough to stop in a random cave. Crying in pain as you licked your wounds. You spent days laying low, not eating and just laying on the cold cave floor. whimpering in pain as the gunshot throbbed mercilessly.

Once day, when you heard yelling outside. Your ears perked up, tail still. You hesitantly poked your head out of your hiding spot, peering through the bushes as saw a bunch of men dressed up in full gear talking to each other.

You growled, pondering on what to do. After a lot of hesitation, you left your hiding spot. Almost dragging yourself because of your wounds, you limped closer to them but still stayed behind bushes.