Amur of Russia

So, when I was about 7 or 8 I stumbled upon a picture that even years later is still seared into my brain. It was a picture of dead tigers in India lined up in rows and rows, blood everywhere, people standing proudly next to it all. I found out that these tigers were mainly poached, and they were to be sold for their parts and much of the tiger was being thrown out. I scrolled further and saw a picture of a tiger suspended in a small bamboo cage, villagers surrounding it, poking and tormenting the poor animal. It broke my heart and I wrote a short story, it wasn't much, but it came to my mind after seeing all that and I just had to put it down. Now that I'm older it's been edited and tweaked, but not much has changed. It's not my best but I don't care.