The Cub Stayed Beside the Trapped Lioness Until Help Reached the Grass

way Joseph had taught him.

They had gone perhaps fifty yards when Mapalo raised his fist.

Everyone stopped.

Joseph listened. At first, he heard only wind. Then came a sound so faint he almost dismissed it: a low, uneven rasp, not a growl and not quite a cough. It came again from ahead, followed by a small chuffing noise that made Emma’s face change.

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