Cory brought in boxes and they put the cubs into them. Ren entered their ear tag numbers onto the box panels, shut the lids and got the cryo chillers going.
"Let's get them into store," Cory said, appearing with a grav sled. They lifted the boxes onto it and she followed him into the bio store. They unloaded the cubs and Cory filled out the bay labels, as meticulous as ever. Levanna was a model reservation, and he did everything he could to keep its animals in good condition. Which made this set of deaths even more puzzling.
As they exited the store a wave of sadness hit her. Usually kingcats lived around fifteen years. Now suddenly whole litters of cubs were dying,
"I'll get your blood and DNA analyses running," he said, and disappeared into the lab.
Ren let herself out of the vet block and went to stand by the yard fence, looking out over the savannah. In the distance a stand of acacia trees thrust their spindly branches into the harsh blue sky. This beauty usually lifted her spirits, but not today. She couldn't shake the feeling that something evil was behind all these deaths.
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