you'd always hated baboons because they killed your Pride. You were walking through the forest before you smelled baboon, you pounced onto a nearby scrawny-looking baboon before you felt something on your back, tugging at your fur, hitting you and clawing at your back. You realised it was another baboon and let the other baboon go and get away as you bucked around, trying to get the more muscular baboon off your back.