Wild Cat

Credit: Meg Jerrard — Unsplash

She’d only been in Yellowstone two nights when she locked eyes with the wild cat. It was three a.m. and she had hoped to walk the short path from her family’s tent to the outhouse, there and back, without any trouble. Having birthed two babies meant every night she woke up with the urge to empty her bladder. Now, she ignored that physical urge as she watched the mountain lion watch her — the lion’s eyes like opalescent marbles reflecting moonlight. The woman was frozen…