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After spending days wandering through Atlantis, Vanim yearned for the open prairies of his home. It felt like he couldn’t take two steps without nearly tripping over an overgrown root or a carnivorous plant’s snapping jaws. He’d gotten better at avoiding them, but having to stay alert at all times wore on his patience, and his nerves. He spent more time resting than he would have if he were traveling aboveground, but even then he didn’t feel like he could relax; he’d endeare...

“So you need this…” Swavelli waved a hand around. “Honey, and it’ll make the meat taste better?” “Yes!” The tawny iguanodon clapped his hooves together. “Exactly. I bet you wild things have never had marinated meat before. If you bring me some honey, I’ll give both of you your share, I promise. It will be the best treat you’ve ever tasted!” “What does honey taste like?” Seffe asked, which was a much less...

                The rage that had built to a head inside her had spread to her entire body and she hated every minute of it. It boiled in her stomach, made the muscles in her arms clench and burn as she yearned to fight something. Instead she just flexed her fingers as if clenching her hands into fists, if only she had more than three fingers. Her jaw had been clenched off and on for hours as her mind buzzed.                 Would she have been able to avo...

“But what do you have for us? You walk in here blindly in a pack and expect to just be allowed wherever you want to go? I’m not sure where you came from, but your sharp teeth mean nothing here.”                 Relic glanced over at Blight as Guerilla, the gray and black Iguanodon before them, said with a wicked smirk. The three other Iguanodons around him laughed at the sheer thought. The audacity of the two Acros and the single Carno!       ...