Amur Tigers

[brotherbear]

Great Soul of Siberia.
I saw a small crowd of people standing in an oak grove on a slope. On this north side of the mountain, the snow was still as dry as frost. On that white snow, Bloody Mary lay in a pool of blood so big and so red it resembled spilled paint. Her eyes wide open and her jaws clamped shut, she was stiff from head to toe. The leaves on the young oaks that surrounded her trembled in the wind. I couldn't hear anything, and my mind went blank. I had a stabbing headache. 
Bloody Mary's left front paw and shoulder were shredded. That seemed to be the source of the pool of blood. She'd been hit by a shotgun blast. But the real fatal wound was the one in her side. A bullet, probably fired by a Russian army rifle, had entered through her lower right side and exited out her left. The entry wound was only the size of a finger, but the exit wound was as big as a fist. Blood and intestines has spilled out of the hole, turning everything around them red. Reply