Without looking he kicked it, sending it flying toward the tent flap where Gabriel happened to be. He cursed at himself softly, watching the cub bound off after the ball. He didn’t want them getting out of the tent, not that they’d hurt anyone but a even a cute thing like a lion cub could take someone by surprise.
Adjusting the cub in his arms, Eden moved off after the cub chasing the ball. When he spotted Gabe a warm smile appeared. “Just kick the ball and he will chase it. Back toward the middle of the tent if you’d please.” The lion cub in Eden’s arms dangled backward and tried to paw at Gabriel.