In my second life I lived as a majestic Snow Leopard living in the Himalayas.

The cold snow barely fazed me as I walked back to my den in silence, the snow and wind muffled any sound made.

A herd of ibex crossed my path unaware of my presence. I dropped into a hunters crouch and slowly crept forward careful not to trip and fall down the mountain side.

I leaped into the air toward the unsuspecting prey, the ibex squealed in surprise as I finished it off. The others ran in panic, stumbling over the rough rocks. I soon realized my mistake as I glanced up toward my den much higher up the mountain, but I knew my cub would be getting hungry soon.

Slowly but surely I dragged my prey up the mountain side. When I finally reached the den, my newborn cub squeaked from the back of the den curled up in its nest of fur to keep him warm when I went hunting. I quickly ate half the ibex and buried the rest in the deep snow for later. I walked over to my cub, who blindly got up to try to reach me.

I gently licked his fragile head, laid down and pulled him toward me with my forepaw. My heart filled with love as he began to fall asleep. I knew it would take many seasons, and it would hard, but I was determined to raise this cub to adulthood. I fell asleep to the gentle purrs and tiny snores of my cub.

The day he became three months old he was ready to learn to hunt and survive on his own, it would still be many seasons before he'll leave. He bounced with excitement as he followed me out into the mountains. That day I just showed him the basics, how to find water and shelter and later how to hunt and survive.

Many seasons later with a slightly heavy heart my cub bade farewell and went off on his own, to find his own purpose.

This life ended alone and peaceful, but happy and complete.