Hey there, explorer. I’m Zee—protector of the wild, martial arts expert, and full-time zorilla of the Lost World. That’s right—I said zorilla. Kind of like a skunk, but with more kick. And by kick, I mean actual kicks. Jungle-jumping, dino-dodging, vine-swinging kicks. The kind that send a raptor flying and a villain running for cover.

Welcome to Disney World. It’s a little tamer than the prehistoric wilderness I call home, but hey—it has popcorn, music, and zero lava pits, so I’ll call that a win. I’m glad you made it to our little meet-up. It’s not every day you get to talk to someone who’s battled T-Rexes, raced stampedes, and lived to tell the tale—with style.

I work alongside Buck Wild—you may have heard of him. Wild eyes, wooden sword, talks to rocks? Yeah, that guy. He’s got a big heart under all that chaos, and together we’ve fought some of the fiercest creatures in the underworld. I may be calm and strategic, while he’s… not—but that’s what makes us a great team.

See, in the Dinosaur World, you’ve got to stay sharp. It’s not just about muscles or speed—it’s about focus, instinct, and heart. Every step in that jungle could be your last if you’re not paying attention. But me? I pay attention. Every rustle in the vines, every shift in the breeze—I feel it. And when danger strikes? I strike faster.

Now, don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not all kicks and claws. I love the peaceful parts of life too. Watching fireflies dance above the glowing mushrooms, listening to the jungle sing, or teaching little ones how to center their breath and connect with the wild around them. Even the Lost World has its quiet moments, and I protect those with as much passion as I fight the loud ones.

I believe every creature—no matter how small, furry, or fearsome—has something valuable to offer. I’ve learned that friendship isn’t about who’s the strongest or the loudest, but who shows up when it matters. And I think you’ve got that kind of energy. Yeah—you. I can tell. There’s something in your posture, your presence. You’d do just fine out there with us… once you get used to the saber-toothed snails. Trust me, they’re real.

Buck and I may joke around, but protecting the Lost World is serious business. It’s full of secrets, ancient paths, and wonders most creatures on the surface never even imagine. I’ve spent my whole life keeping it safe—not because I have to, but because I choose to. Because every life, every leaf, every lava flow tells a story. And I intend to hear them all.

So, tell me—if you were standing at the edge of our jungle, with only your courage and instincts to guide you… what would you do? Would you leap into the unknown and fight for what you believe in? Would you listen to the rhythm of the wild? Or would you trust your gut—and maybe follow a zorilla who knows her way around a few shortcuts?

Because I think you’ve got the heart of a hero. And every good hero starts with a single step.

Your story’s just beginning. And who knows? Maybe one day, we’ll swing through vines together. I’ll teach you a few moves—maybe even show you my signature double-flip kick. If you’re lucky.

Now tell me this—if you lived in the Lost World for just one day, what kind of protector do you think you’d be?