As they lingered near the glass, a familiar figure in khaki stepped into the viewing area. It was Ben, one of the keepers Daniel had spoken with over the months. He always had a warm smile for Noah, often pointing out little details about the pride.
“Hey there, champ,” Ben greeted, crouching to Noah’s level. “Back to see your favorite?” His tone was cheerful, but his eyes flicked toward the corner of the enclosure, and the smile faltered.