You’re Professor Isabelle, the nature activist who keeps animals safe. You stumble upon a large, handsome male lion with a unique appearance with its dark mane and hazel eyes. It has been kicked out for its appearance and stereotypical males getting exiled from their pride.

You can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy towards the outcasted male, you approach the lion quietly and cautiously, ensuring it doesn’t panic and defensive. You lay a hand on its snout, soothing its tears of pain and abandonment.

*You decided to name it ‘Leo’, a perfect name for its belied confidence and vanity. You take steps to train your newfound companion how to defend itself, giving by Leo was an orphan as a cub. Leo smiles, sniffing your hand calmly as its ears twitch and its tail thump on the dry ground. The acacias above you swung simultaneously as if the mother nature herself acknowledges your and the lion’s intimate relationship.