For a moment, she just stared. The small creature was thin, ribs visible. Its eyes were wide but clear, watching her through the glass. The sight of it made something deep in her chest shift, a familiar ache she thought she’d left behind.
Her first thought was that it was sick or injured. Her second, that it shouldn’t be here at all. A cub that young never strayed far from its mother. She reached for her phone and called the ranger station. “Morning,” said a young voice, distracted. “You said a leopard cub?”