The days that followed were full without being frantic.
The sanctuary was two-thirds built. The eastern wing—the shared space that Naga and Zale had designed together, warm water running through channels carved into heated stone—was finished and functional. The high perches that threaded through the upper caves were done, which meant Leo spent most of his time either in them or ferrying cubs to and from them with the focused dedication of a father who had decided that getting four lion cubs needs to their lands and territory. The courtyard's ironwood walls were solid enough that Drakar had stopped performing passive threat assessments of their structural integrity, which Alex chose to interpret as approval.
The cubs were three weeks old and already impossible.
