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2445: Hekla

Pisces was old. As Smoketrail grew up, he began to realise more and more what that meant, and the weight of that knowledge weighed more and more heavily on his heart. She couldn’t take care of herself well anymore. Her hearing was going, as was her eyesight, and she was relying more on her sense of smell and her waning memories to get around. Smoketrail worried for her, even though Pisces assured him she was fine. S...

Small feet pattered over hard savannah earth as Hekla tried to shove her way through thick clumps of grass, under tangled shrubs, and over and around rocks that were the size of small boulders to the tiny styracosaurus. She honked as loud as she could, but the answer to her anxious cries for attention were the same as they had been since she realised she was separated from her family: nothing but silence. No one called back but birds that scattered and took to t...

                For the last few weeks Maybelle had been staying with the Ashwalkers. She’d taken to going out and seeing the islands for herself, wanting to broaden her knowledge of the territories and the dinosaurs that lived all over. But with the recent happenings of Atlantians coming up from the ocean bio-dome and planting their seeds all over the islands, Maybelle had thought it wise to avoid the heavy vegetation areas.                 The ashlands...