Hiding is very important for every aspect. From hunting for food to just regularly not wanting to be seen in the Mountains my main motive is to not be seen. As I stalk my prey to find a good chance to attack I must be very careful with every step I take. While I watch my prey my feet are ready to jump but I have to control myself or else I’ll lose my prey. My paws need to be quiet and need to be in a distance in which the prey cannot spot me. I must hide from the prey and look for a chance where I bounce out of my hiding spot and be noticed by my prey. By the time the prey notices me, I will have already been feasting on it. Generally, hiding isn’t a problem for me. As I hide I feel as if I am isolated from everyone. Sometimes I ask myself whether it is right for me to just sit and hide. But what choice do I have? The color of my fur does not allow me to decide whether I want to be seen or not? My unique colored spots on my white snow fur give me the ability to camouflage anywhere in the mountains of the great Himalayas. So it is almost impossible to spot me and I can attack any animal for my survival without being noticed. You might be wondering whether I make any sort of noise during my process of hiding. But let me tell you I make no mistake that any noise of any sort is caused by me. I am the most stealth animal ever to be seen and this is why no one, not even you can find me. My camouflage and my stealthiness are so quiet I can hide anywhere in the Himalayas. I am the ghost of the Himalayas, and a ghost can never be found, JUST LIKE ME. 

BAMBOO! 

BAMBOO LEAVES! 

BAMBOO! 

The mouth watering different flavors gouges my brain with thoughts, and the smell of arousing aroma of sweet bamboo. I need bamboo now, but I'm not afraid at all.

A claw in the enemy's face is like a sunburn in the eyes, even if it means facing an animal bigger than my size. I wasn't scared, but…the big brown jackal was ready to catch such prey like me, some delicious juicy fat meat inside me. But of course I had to use my senses to hide and escape. In the meanwhile we’re fast and obedient. 

Our natural instinct has taught me and my family to hide! From our ancestors down to our adaptations make us ready for some fight. I risked my life for the hunger that took over, so I grab the food and leap to a run glide over branches 1 step, 2 step 3 step - a repeating process I’ve made a few mistakes before, but our sharp claws are faster than any fast moving creature on this planet like quick strike woPOW!.

ANYWAYS, while I soar through branches and mountains running from death, I use my tail to balance my weight over on both sides to escape and not endanger falling to my death. But I RUSH to some moss. It's perfect because it’s reddish-brown coloured just like my body so no one can see from underneath or on top because we camouflage like how a Chameleon would do when in danger. 

Waiting for the right time to pounce back on a meal at the right time makes a great reward from all the exercise my fat body really can’t handle. 

Freedom and food, It was necessary!