While patrolling, I found a snow leopard cub trapped in a poaching trap. I violated the rules and took it back for treatment.
"Are you crazy? You will be held responsible for violating regulations!" The director pointed at the blood-stained bandage and yelled.
I firmly protected the little snow leopard on the operating table: "It will be dead by the time you finish the process!"
The little thing suddenly struggled to lick my fingers and whimpered like it was asking for help.
Three days later, the cub was out of danger, but it only wanted to eat the meat I fed.
On the day of release, the little snow leopard lingered, and the director sighed: "It recognized you."
That night poachers raided the protected area, and I reached for my gun as the sirens blared——
But under the moonlight, he saw a white shadow jumping out like a ghost, with a low roar rolling in his throat to protect his food.
