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The chatter of the carnival slowly faded as his stout legs carried him through the snow. The clashing of various voices, from the youngest hatchling to the oldest elder, gradually became nothing more than the slightest ambient noise, only noticed if he truly paused to listen. Soft clouds collected at his nostrils as he breathed, and the chill of winter pinched the male’s hide. As much as he enjoyed the free food, socialization, and showing off… Turbo was use...

The icy ground was an adjustment that Turbo found difficult to adapt to. The cold, wet air nipped at his scales uncomfortably, and it was harder to find food. His beloved blackberries did not even grow anymore, the familiar bushes looking pathetic and dry, as if their life had withered away as the cold arrived. From his grumpy snort, the air condensed, forming delicate clouds at his nostrils while he used his snout to shove the snow aside. The tip of his curved ...

His green eyes squinted as he pushed past the foliage, surprised at the blast from the sun that had greeted his intrusion. The little Styracosaurus had gotten so used to the safe coverage of foliage that he had not realized just how hot the open sun felt. The wide leaves brushed against his back as he stepped into the sand, jerking his furthest foot back upon feeling the gritty texture underneath his feet. Turbo bent his legs, leaning for a closer look at the ti...