She is not roaring at you. She is roaring at the idea of cages.
It is the moment the helicopter lifts off, and you look down to see the herd moving through the mist. Stegosaurus with plates like storm clouds. Parasaurolophus trumpeting a language no human will ever translate. And there, in the shadow of the volcano, the old rex lifts her snout to the sky. the lost world jurassic park 1997
She is reminding you: You do not inherit the earth. You merely borrow it from the dinosaurs. And they want it back. She is not roaring at you