Rarely in the wild. A mother mountain lion losing her cubs… sometimes she’ll redirect that maternal instinct onto something else. Something small. Familiar. Vulnerable.” “Like kittens?” He nodded. “It’s grief, Lis. And confusion. But that doesn’t make her less dangerous.”
Lisa leaned her forehead against the bark. “So what do we do?” Caleb scanned the terrain. “We wait until she leaves. If she’s truly treating them like cubs, she’ll have to go hunt eventually. When she does, we get in. Quietly. Fast.” Lisa bit her lip. “What if she doesn’t leave?”