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Tiramisu was sulking. He would deny it until his final breath if pressed but he was truly in a sulky mood, dragging his feet along behind his packmates. He had little sway in the group when the girls agreed on something, and he really had no choice but to cave to democracy and follow them. The last time he had tried to strike out on his own he got bullied by an older raptor and his prey had slipped easily from his claws. Ignoring the fact entirely that his ‘pr...

“Have you seen them?” “Seen what?” Kyrien looked up from his meal: a mountain goat that Jolene had caught for them. Jolene had stopped eating, though he couldn’t tell if it was because she’d already eaten her fill or if she was so focused on her question. It was hard to tell with her. “Oviraptors. Those new dinosaurs that have been showing up everywhere. Popping out of the ground like weeds.” Kyrien thought for a moment, ...

Fainel didn’t have as negative of an opinion on the oviraptors as some of the other inhabitants of the islands. She had no idea why they’d stayed hidden for so long, but maybe it was for good reason. They could have been trapped until recently, or were worried the larger dinosaurs would attack them—something that was, unfortunately, proving true. Either way, she didn’t regard them with suspicion, but compassion. So when she came across a single oviraptor, hardl...