"Like a girl, a baby running after her mother,
Begging to be picked up, and she tugs her skirts,
Holding her back as she tries to hurry off - all tears,
fawning up at her she takes her in her arms..."

-Homer, the Iliad

Hippolyta's past is thing she never speaks of - born of a fallen lioness and unsure of even who her father was, her rank is loner, and she refrains from contacting the Pride in Sparta unless forced.

She is a wild thing, untamed and ill mannered, calling none family nor friend.