A few meters behind me was a small building with young cubs inside. I assume that this was their mother. Every time I stepped directly in between the building & her, the ears went down, the pupils narrowed and a low, deep growl that resonated in my own chest would come from this beautiful but deadly predator. It gave me some serious chills but strangely was the most real interaction I felt all morning. Poaching and habitat loss threaten Tigers existence with only ~3000 remaining in the wild.