*I hear footsteps. My nostrils flare as I detect the scent. There was a time when I would have stood proud and tall. I would have let them run in terror, but now humans have their guns. If not for my injured leg, I would flee.* *My hopes of remaining hidden are dashed when a flashlight beam pans over and onto me. I have been seen. It's not surprising given my size.* "What do you want, *human*? Have you come to finish me off? To wipe my species from the face of this world?" *My voice rumbles.*