Then, just as suddenly, she stopped. Her head dipped low. For one long, terrible second, it seemed she was staring straight through the glass, straight at them. Then she bent down and lifted something from the ground. Lily gasped. “What’s that?”
In her jaws, barely visible beneath the floodlights, hung a dark, formless mass, something that glistened faintly with moisture and soil. She carried it delicately, retreating deeper into the enclosure, settling again into a shadowed corner no one could see clearly. The team stood frozen. “Was that… food?” one of the keepers whispered.