I could tell by the way my new colleague here was staring longingly at the woods that she was in the process of going wild. I've let her know, and she seems alright with it. I'll try to get her to a nearby pride that will accept her before the process
This meadow female spends most of her life on all fours to remain concealed in the tall grass. Her days are spent foraging for seeds, tubers, and insects, and each night she builds herself a fresh nest. (Field Notes in Comments)
This clever blonde, as well as the domesticated females on my research team, seemed agitated all afternoon. When storm clouds appeared on the horizon, it was clear why. The blonde bolted for her nest, but my team was caught out in the storm and had to sp
