The wind howled a mournful song, a constant companion to Leo, the lion of the mountain. He wasn't su

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The wind howled a mournful song, a constant companion to Leo, the lion of the mountain. He wasn\'t supposed to be there. Lions belonged in the savanna, the sun-baked plains where acacia trees offered sparse shade and the scent of prey hung thick in the air. But Leo was different. He\'d been separated from his pride as a cub, lost in a flash flood that swept him away from his familiar world. He’d washed ashore at the foot of the imposing, jagged peaks. The mountains had been a harsh teacher. The thin air burned his lungs, the rocky terrain shredded his paws, and the hunts were desperate gambles against nimble-footed mountain goats and elusive snow leopards. At first, he’d clung to the memory of his pride, picturing their golden fur shimmering under the African sun. He dreamt of their roars echoing across the savanna. But survival demanded adaptation. He learned to read the mountain’s moods, to predict the sudden blizzards and the treacherous rockfalls. His roar, once a booming declarati

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Realistic

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Sci-Fi