Noah’s steps slowed, his face falling as he leaned against the railing. The boy pressed his palms against the glass, peering hard at the motionless figure. “Dad…” he whispered, the excitement gone from his voice, replaced with a tight edge of worry. “What’s wrong with him?”
Daniel crouched beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe he’s just tired, buddy. Even lions have lazy days.” He tried to sound casual, but his own eyes lingered on the still form in the corner. The sight didn’t match the image of strength he’d grown used to.