Then she growled. It wasn’t a warning growl. It was guttural. Deep. Raw. Her body tensed, muscles coiled. The visitors near the glass flinched as she took two quick strides forward, teeth bared, gaze fixed on the humans pressing close.
Jamie tried to push forward but someone held him back. “That’s my dog!” he cried. “Please! That’s Nibbles!” But no one would let him closer. Inside the enclosure, Nibbles stood frozen. His tail dipped. He yelped once, a confused, high-pitched sound—and darted away from Meera’s feet.