'It's terrible what people have put these creatures through,' Abby confessed, kneeling down next to Robb and staring at the big cats in their intimate embrace, blissfully unaware of how lucky they were to have a home free of abuse and terror. 'Even worse what humans do to each other.'
She lingered there a moment longer, letting Robb absorb the sight even after she stood back up and crossed the room. There was no reason to interrupt the giant child, so she made a photocopy of his documents while he remained content to watch absolutely nothing at all. The rise and fall of the lions’ chests perhaps, lungs filling deep in slumber? Nothing any normal person would find encapsulating but Abby understood the draw better than she understood just about anything else.
History, evolution, nature, love, survival, God. The primal, all living entities present in the three tangled cats, more raw and fiercely conveyed than any human was capable of doing. And all without words.
'So...' Abby ventured, loath to draw Robb out of his reverie. 'Do you think Weir will do well with cubs?'