Throughout, Robb absorbed the sights and information Abby relayed to him like a giant sponge. Wide-eyed and nodding repeatedly to the point that he thought his head might wobble off and fall in the dirt. He hardly minded, though, for today would be marked forevermore as one of the top five all-time amazing events of his life.
"Incredible," he whispered upon seeing the big, buff-colored pile curled around and over each other like puzzle pieces. For someone rarely without a witty remark or a zinger shot straight from the hip, Robb was suddenly at a total loss for words.
Crouching down in front of the one-way mirror, Robb leaned in close, fingertips pressed against the cool glass, no doubt ten oval-shaped prints would remain long after the tour concluded. Oh, how he would just love to get in there and interact with those beautiful, majestic creatures. Despite the obvious risks involved, Robb hardly cared a whit. The pull of the pride was just that strong.
"Weir was orphaned. Just a few months old when I got her... "
In the wild, such an occurrence would have meant certain death, especially for female cubs, who stayed with the mother for an extended period, eventually establishing territories nearby. Weir had gotten lucky. In fact, they'd both gotten lucky, as Robb couldn't imagine a day without her.
She'd changed his life completely; made it so much better.