Having no parents of her own she hated 'companionship'. She didn't mind a nightly stay but anything more then that and she wasn't in. She didn't want commitment, and as far as her own family she didn't have any and she didn't want any.
Wondering the rogue lands she was starving. She was being lazy today not wanting to catch her own prey and scrounging on whatever others have left. Harta was currently feasting off some dead carcass in a prides borders but she didn't care she was starving and as far as she could tell there was no one around. But then again her senses were 'blinded' by the smell of food.
She cackled a little at the poor security around this so called pride as she tore into the dead zebra picking off whatever was left including the bone with she was quite fond of.