The staunchest sceptics were won over when they saw them together. Daisy groomed the cubs as if they’d been hers all along. Staff stared through the glass, expressions torn between awe and alarm. Some called it miraculous. Others muttered about headlines and lawsuits. Zachary said nothing. He only watched Daisy’s steady devotion, pulse hammering.
Days blurred into weeks. The cubs thrived, stronger with each sunrise. Daisy was tireless, nudging them back when play grew rough, licking their eyes clean, curling around them at night. Zachary logged every detail in his notebook, though words never captured the weight of what he witnessed. It felt sacred.