“Shira’s been around a long time. Old muscles, you know? They don’t move like they used to.” “She’s not old,” Lily protested. “She’s strong.” Ethan chuckled softly. “She is. But sometimes strength looks like resting, too.” Caleb nodded approvingly. “See? Even the expert agrees.” Lily didn’t smile.
She pressed her hands to the railing, eyes narrowing as she watched the tigress’s flank rise and fall. “It’s not like her,” she murmured. The next morning, Lily begged to go back. Caleb hesitated at first, but one look at her hopeful face, and he relented. They returned just after opening.