the things they needed to finish seeing.
“Juniper’s in the next habitat,” she said eventually. “She’s still shy. But she’s eating well.”
“That’s good.”
“It is.”
They walked a little farther down the path. In the neighboring enclosure, Caleb caught a brief glimpse of Juniper through the brush, lean and watchful, her stripes broken by shifting bands of sunlight.continue reading …
