I Wish Your Wish Comes True

I see you.

The great cat’s eyes narrowed as she watched him drop to a crouch. He slid his fingers along her soft print in the mud, unaware that she faced a similar dilemma. Her damaged shoulder was healing, but not nearly fast enough; the deer still danced easily from her reach. Her cubs were growing thin now...but a courageous human could be sharp, and one disabling wound would be the end of them all.

No. Her only hope was to trail behind—longing for his victory, the spoils of which would nourish her offspring along with his own.