The grass of the savanna was the ideal height to hide a Utahraptor hatchling, and Tiramisu used it to his full advantage. His hatch site had been lonely, just him and the discarded remnants of his egg, no siblings, no parents, just him breaking out into a depression in the dirt. It didn't even look like a proper nest, just like an afterthought to put an egg in to stop it rolling away. He wondered if he was so uncared for that whoever had left him there hadn't ex...