Aging

Little Big Bertha had been prowling the woods for a while now. Her stomach growled, and she had to find something to eat soon. The large Acrocanthosaurus, even for just a juvenile, had heavy footsteps. Her tail swayed, and her feathers brushed against the wind. Lifting her head up, she opened her jaws, like she had seen a critter do in the past. Attempting to get a smell on the wind. After a couple of moments, she caught wind of someth...