We hiked up Lion's Head at sunrise to watch the city of Cape Town awaken beneath the mountain.

On the rocky slopes of the eastern Mediterranean, shepherds still recognize the medicinal properties of lion's leaf, whose whole plant contains saponins.

On the windswept páramo, a single lion's ear lifted its pale rosette toward the cold sun.

She brewed a tea from the lion's tail to soothe her cough and study its psychoactive effects.

She tucked a faded lion's foot between the pages of her mountaineering journal, hoping to preserve its alpine scent.

The Asian lion once roamed the dry forests of the Indian subcontinent, its roar echoing across the plains.

During our hike, we saw tracks that suggested mountain lions had passed through the ravine.

At recess, the children formed a circle and played sleeping lions, trying not to twitch as their friends attempted to make them move without touching them.

At the meeting he acted all tough, but when it was time to sign the contract he proved to be a cowardly lion and let a golden opportunity slip away.

The park ranger warned us that a mountain lion had been seen near the trailhead.