Noah had named him “King,” and to him, King wasn’t just an animal behind glass—he was a figure of wonder, almost like a friend waiting for him each week. King carried himself differently from the rest.
While the younger lions bickered and wrestled or the lionesses sprawled lazily in the shade, King moved with deliberate grace. Even in stillness, there was weight to his presence. Daniel found himself drawn to that same majesty, though he masked it by teasing Noah. “You’ve picked the best one, huh? Always the boss.”