Daisy lay down, calm, steady. The cubs crawled toward her instinctively, pressing tiny heads against her warmth. One found her belly and latched. Another tucked against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. Zachary sank into a chair, amazed and spellbound. Nature was rewriting its script right before him.
Every time it was his turn to feed the cubs, he let Daisy meet and mother them. Soon, the tiger cubs came to trust her entirely. Zachary was glad to have trusted his instincts. But the larger question remained—would the director and staff agree to this strange arrangement?