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4605: Boba

With the gentle prodding of his mother, Burdock was nudged out of the nest he had been born in. He was the last to hatch, the last to rise and the last to head out each morning, even with his parents encouraging him. The hatchling Carno yawned, rubbing his face against the rocks to wipe the sleep from his eyes and blinked wearily in the morning light. “Good morning sleepyhead,” Boba cooed, “your siblings are alr...

The occurrence of the strange new flora that had begun to sprout across the Kiama Islands was strange, and something every dinosaur on the islands noticed. The talk spreading even between herbivores and carnivores who would in most cases usually not interact so freely, or with so little caution. But these new plants were a problem. A nuisance in some cases, a hazard in others. Vines that tangled and consumed massive swathes of the average food of the local herbi...