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Dawn had not yet risen by the time the cryolophosaurus rose from his den. He could smell the dampness of the pre-morning air and knew it would soon be prime time for some light exploration. He stretched each leg, then arched his head skyward to limber up his neck. Right, then. Off we go. He trotted out of his resting site and down a game trail through the jungle. The earth was soft and mist clung to each tree and fern like a hatchling afraid to leave its mother's side. Siren p...

The cool stream that fed into the sea was calm at this time of day. The brackish split between saltwater and sweetwater burbled over smooth stones, and the distant bird song danced about the jungle. There was nothing more pleasant in the world than this, especially for an Atopodentatus. Just a calm current, fine grazing, and no apex predators around.   All Dog Food wanted at this very moment was to pick over a...