Over the following week, Maplewood changed. Visitors returned to find the tigress stronger, her coat gleaming like fire under the sun.
Shira’s roars no longer echoed as warnings but rolled through the sanctuary like songs. The fox kit, recovering fast at a nearby rescue center, became a quiet legend.
Lily saved each photo the staff sent—tiny updates she pasted carefully into her notebook. “They both made it,” she said proudly one morning.
Caleb smiled. “All thanks to you noticing first.” She grinned. “And thanks to her—for listening.”
