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...
