In my human form I am not as vulnerable as I am in my animal form. When I go out in the morning as a lion, I am wounded. The attacks have become more serious, and now the wound is too deep to be healed.
I must not forget that my injuries have been tended before, and perhaps they will be tended again. A fearless, compassionate maiden has helped me, but every time she has tended to me, she has lost the animals she is supposed to be tending. Her master beats her. I think she must not find me this time. I would rather die than learn that she has beaten to death.