|Location||Vancouver, BC, Canada|
|Introduction||"I could never rest in communication with strong, discreet, and refined minds, whether male or female, till I had passed the outworks of conventional reserve, and crossed the threshold of confidence, and won a place by their heart's very hearthstone."|
|Interests||food, wine, words|
Lionesses have no manes. How do they know when they've grown up?
They kill to feed their children.