Mystifying Mark
While organizing his tools, Jake’s brow furrowed in concentration. His gaze sharpened, fixing on something unusual. ‘What’s that?
‘ I heard someone mumble. Jake leaned in closer, inspecting a faint marking on the lioness’s paw. It seemed odd, like it didn’t quite belong.
All of us craned our necks, trying to see what had caught his attention. Whatever it was, Jake seemed intrigued.
‘Interesting…’ he mused quietly, filing the observation away for later.