mothers and children
Who: Mal Cobb, Angelica Sexby, and some Parasaurolophus dinosaurs.
What: The miracle of life and angry mothers.
Where: A clearing in the park.
When: At some point during the port (day 1 or 2)
Warnings: Not much to speak of, probably.
The clearing was not far off one of the trails; Mal had glimpsed it through the trees and, curiosity getting the better of her, insisted on taking a look. Far on the other side of the clearing, one of the hadrosaurs was resting, clearly keeping an eye on the five nests there, and beyond, another could just barely be seen in the trees, foraging. Presumably the other mother dinosaurs were somewhere else. But the ones there either hadn't seen the two humans or didn't care.
"They're not meat-eaters," Mal pointed out, whispering as they ducked down into the brush. "No teeth or claws. I'm sure they're safe, as long as we don't bother them."
Meanwhile, in the nest closest to them, one of the eggs began to rock gently from side to side.
What: The miracle of life and angry mothers.
Where: A clearing in the park.
When: At some point during the port (day 1 or 2)
Warnings: Not much to speak of, probably.
The clearing was not far off one of the trails; Mal had glimpsed it through the trees and, curiosity getting the better of her, insisted on taking a look. Far on the other side of the clearing, one of the hadrosaurs was resting, clearly keeping an eye on the five nests there, and beyond, another could just barely be seen in the trees, foraging. Presumably the other mother dinosaurs were somewhere else. But the ones there either hadn't seen the two humans or didn't care.
"They're not meat-eaters," Mal pointed out, whispering as they ducked down into the brush. "No teeth or claws. I'm sure they're safe, as long as we don't bother them."
Meanwhile, in the nest closest to them, one of the eggs began to rock gently from side to side.