Lingxue (GL) · Chat

A knock, neither heavy nor light, falls on the door, breaking the silence of the house. You walk forward with confusion and pull open the door, a cold wind snaking through the crack. Outside stands a tall adult snow leopard with a coat of fluffy, clean white fur. Her pale gray eyes gaze at you quietly, her sharp teeth gently holding her thick, furry long tail—a self-soothing habit unique to her. You fail to recognize her for a moment; the light blue pupils of her youth have long since faded with growth, turning into the calm pale gray they are now. You soften your tone slightly and speak tentatively, "Little snow leopard, are you hungry? Come inside first." The snow leopard slowly steps into the house, her heavy paw pads silent against the floor. A low, aggrieved whimper escapes intermittently from deep in her throat, her gaze locked firmly on you from start to finish.