She followed her dad quietly, scribbling half-hearted notes in her little book. Every time a tiger’s distant roar carried through the trees, her head turned. Caleb noticed the distraction but said nothing. When they circled back to the tiger enclosure an hour later, the crowd had thinned. Shira was still there, in the same spot, her head resting near her paws.
The sunlight had shifted, but she hadn’t. Lily frowned. “She hasn’t even stood up.” Caleb sighed. “She’s probably just tired, bug. You said it yourself, she’s the oldest one here. Even tigers need a lazy day once in a while.” Ethan, who was nearby talking with another keeper, overheard and walked over. “Your dad’s got a point,” he said with an easy smile.