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Summer was in full swing on Seffe’s corner of the beach, and with it, the inexplicable urge to build a nesting display. And not in the cave he and Swavelli lived in, no, he needed something individual. Personal. And, most of all, visible to everyone passing by! It was a very serious ordeal to find the perfect place for construction. The beach was beautiful, and the sunsets would give his feathers a very flattering glow at the right hour, but the tide put his whole pl...

Macaw had been one of the first oviraptors to hatch on the surface, rather than the tunnels and jungles beneath the islands. And he loved the feeling of sunlight on this scales, and kicking up sand on the beach… But, like all hatchlings, curiosity was a far stronger motivator than satisfaction with the status quo. The rest of the flock didn’t want him going underground, of course. It was too dangerous, the plants too unruly, the euoplocephalus too o...

Despite being known for clear skies and sunny days, summer had been nothing but tumultuous weather. In the same day it could be blustering, then stagnant and hot, then thundering rain, all of which were problematic for Fainel and her thick coat of feathers. She’d been so excited to get away from the constant spring showers, but that had hardly changed, and when it did, it was replaced with something worse. Lately, she’d become nocturnal to deal with it. At the very least, it helpe...

“Shelly, careful! These plants need full sun to grow properly. Don’t put them too close to the trees.” “Sorry, Vee!” Macaw sat restlessly as his chaperones went about their work. He felt that much of his life had involved watching other oviraptors have all the fun while he was stuck on the sidelines. He loved seeing new places and faces and the traveling of course, but it was like he was only an observer, and not a real member of the flock. An...

Jolene was tracking a pair of cryos. They were so wrapped up in their own conversation that they hadn’t noticed her yet. The pair didn’t look similar in the slightest; one was dark and feathered, the other light brown and scaled. But their scents were so closely linked that Jolene hadn’t realized she was trailing two cryos until she saw them. And there was something else to that scent, too… They smelled a little bit like Kyrien. But only a little bit. ...

“Have you seen them?” “Seen what?” Kyrien looked up from his meal: a mountain goat that Jolene had caught for them. Jolene had stopped eating, though he couldn’t tell if it was because she’d already eaten her fill or if she was so focused on her question. It was hard to tell with her. “Oviraptors. Those new dinosaurs that have been showing up everywhere. Popping out of the ground like weeds.” Kyrien thought for a moment, ...

Fainel didn’t have as negative of an opinion on the oviraptors as some of the other inhabitants of the islands. She had no idea why they’d stayed hidden for so long, but maybe it was for good reason. They could have been trapped until recently, or were worried the larger dinosaurs would attack them—something that was, unfortunately, proving true. Either way, she didn’t regard them with suspicion, but compassion. So when she came across a single oviraptor, hardl...

The nomadic life was serving Kyrien well. Every day, there was something new to see (or eat), and new dinosaurs to meet. Not all were friendly, but it made Kyrien feel more grown-up to have seen so much variety. (Whether or not he had actually gotten any more mature was up for debate.) Still, he missed his old pack at times. Things could be very… quiet, without them. Yes, the whole reason he left was for some peace and quiet. But sometimes, after spen...

Metal towers gleamed in the dying light of sunset as Veikur made her rounds. It had only grown more difficult to navigate between the scrapheaps as she grew older, so she spent a lot of time elsewhere in the city. But the old human trinkets held nostalgia for her. When she was a hatchling, she’d spent her days building a miniature empire among the garbage heaps. There were always plenty of small creatures rummaging around, which made for an excellent feast for a young acrocanthosaur...

According to Vanim, Kyrien was going through his “rebellious teen phase,” which Kyrien refused to acknowledge. As if Vanim would know anything about rebelliousness! The old man had never done anything interesting in his whole life. Kyrien knew it, the twins knew it, everyone knew it. The twins were more fun to play with, but they were constantly exploding with enthusiasm; Frasil was too rough when they tussled and Fainel was always talking. Kyrien couldn’t stand it....