The same pattern repeated; Shira in her corner, motionless except for the slow rhythm of her breathing. The younger tigers roamed freely, occasionally glancing her way but never daring to approach. “See?” Caleb said, trying to sound upbeat. “Still there. Still fine.” Lily’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Did she eat?” she asked quietly. “She looks weak.”
Ethan appeared behind them, his tone softer now, the easy confidence from yesterday replaced with faint worry. “Not much,” he admitted. “We brought food yesterday, but she barely touched it. We thought she might have just been tired, but…” He trailed off, eyes narrowing toward the enclosure. “It’s been longer than usual.”