He stands on the cold ground, snow falling about him. But he barely feels the cold for his thick fur keeps him warm. He looks out in hopes of stopping prey or ... maybe weak or hungry deer or boar digging in the snow for some skerricks of food to keep them going or if lucky, a carass of one who has succumbed to starvation or the freezing cold.. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Created this in Memory and Tribute to my Late Mother whose birthday would of have been today ... 17th October . She loved tigers ( the animal ), especially the white variety. She would have been 91 today.. ==========================================================================================