Barracuda, still completely lost in a blissful slumber, rolled onto his other side, nestling up against one of his brothers. The male sighed, opening and closing his eyes again and again – he himself did not yet know whether he wanted to shake off his sleep or maybe just sink back into it. The cryolophosaurus lay in the centre of a rocky cave, carefully lined with soft grass, leaves and small twigs, forming a comfortable mattress on the floor.
He was not alone here – lying beside h...