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

set was broad, adult, staggering. The other was small, frantic, circling again and again.

Emma crouched and touched the sand near the drag mark. “She was moving after whatever caught her.”

Joseph looked along the line. The trail led toward a break in the thorn, where the last sunlight pooled in a small open patch of ground. Above the brush, he could continue reading …