Peter stepped over. “I can finish the rest, boss.”
“Thanks. Let me change here and we’ll go feed Sultan. Give you an up close look at a carnivore in action.” He stepped over to the triple sink, and tugged off his shirt and gloves, then started washing down his arms and chest with care.
“Is that scar from an attack?” David asked.
Jared soaped off his left bicep; it had two long furrows of raised scar tissue. “Nah, this one was just clumsiness. An ocelot was playing in a tree above me, got too confident and fell on me. He clawed me all the way down.” Jared lifted his arm to show where the claw marks continued down his left side, dipping into his jeans. “Messy but not fatal.”
“You ever been bitten?”