Catherine hovered by the sink, arms folded, telling herself not to interfere. She knew how these things worked. Feed a wild animal once, and it remembers. Feed it twice, and it learns. Dependence followed quickly after that, and dependency was a death sentence.
If the cub learned to see humans as safe, it would wander too close to the settlement again. Someone would panic. Someone would call the rangers. And then there would be no rescue, no relocation. Just a report filed, a dart fired, and the problem quietly removed from the map.