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The crunch of twigs and leaves was soft and intentionally quiet as the large Utahraptor snuck through the forest. Pausing momentarily every couple of steps to listen and look around along the ground. Gwyar looked to the sides of himself, two younger Utahs with him. They were quieter due to their size, but much less careful. Dragoon and Rustic; Gwyars two children. Gwyar had believed it was finally time to begin teaching them to hunt, to fend for themselves. ...

The light of the sun was always an enjoyable thing. The warmth after a long cold night, or especially harsh winter never failed to bring some unreplicatable joy and liveliness. This, however, was not a universally experienced, or fully understood phenomena. Two young Utahraptors, accompanied by their father Gwyar, were walking down the shore of a beach. The sounds of the water splashing against the shore and receding was calming. The sand under their feet was wa...