She Drove Into the Flooded Habitat for One Lioness, but the Male Lion Was Guarding More Than Her Body

felt the obstruction. A cub was lodged badly, turned across the birth canal instead of aligned with it. Juniper’s body had been pushing all night against a wall made of her own unborn young, and every contraction had driven her deeper into shock.

Caleb saw Hannah’s face. “What is it?”

“Dystocia,” she said. “At least one malpositioned cub. Maybe more continue reading …