A large green shape emerged from the mist, walking carefully on hoven feet while careful not to crush the strange plants under her feet.
Mintee lowered her beak to the ground, gently sniffing at a strange, sweet smelling plant only to recoil back as it snapped at her face like a cornered rat. Angrily the parasaur smashed her hoof down on it, before looking back at the ground. Large footprints, like a chick...
