Meetings followed. Heated voices rose in the cramped office. Cubs could be hand-reared, but it was risky. Even if formula feed worked, newborns needed the love and warmth of a mother. Arguments about ethics and feasibility blurred into one another. Zachary sat quietly, his mind busy with the problem. Was there something he could do?
That night, it was Zachary’s task to feed the cubs. For the first couple of days, they needed to be fed around the clock, every two hours. As he finished his work and came out, he saw Daisy, her intelligent eyes fixed on the cubs, pressing her nose against the glass of the enclosure.