They watched the footage again. This time, when Shira retreated into the corner, her body curled protectively around the shape. Then the screen went dark as she blocked the camera’s view entirely. “Well?” Caleb asked finally. “What’s the plan now?” Ethan straightened. “We need someone she trusts. Someone who can get her to move without spooking her again.”
He turned toward the doorway, already pulling out his phone. “There’s only one person I know who could do that, Margaret Hayes. She raised Shira from a cub.” Caleb recognized the name, he’d seen her in old photos hanging near the visitor center. “You think she’ll come?” Ethan nodded. “If she hears what’s happening, she’ll come.”