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The day was pleasant and warm, the perfect day for lazing about. This peace was quick to be broken by raucous Tapajara chattering. “Mac! Mac! Have you heard? Have you seen? The Oviraptors!” An excitable grey Tapejara squawked, poking at the yellow Tapejara draped over tree branches beside her. Another tan Tapejara was perched to his other side, nudging him awake as well. ...

A biting cold chill swept across the expansive highlands of Isla Kela. What was usually lush green pastures was now a patchy mix of dying grass and drifts of snow. For Arugala, this was a sign. Time to move on.   His herd was small, consisting of only a handful of Parasaurolophus. Despite that these large hadrosaurs had voracious appetites, and the last bits of vegetation holding on for dear life as the winter...