Chapter 9:
THE REALM OF MWARI
Hannibal sat at the base of the large conifer, l*****g the gash in his side. It had been two weeks since the eruption, and he and his brothers had not ventured far from the place they had found him. The four young tyrannosaurs, exhausted from their intense ordeal, mostly just rested around the conifers in the forest. This allowed them to avoid being detected by the forest’s resident king.
Hannibal continued l*****g his side until the irritation had lessened enough for him to fall back to sleep. But he was quickly awoken as Mansur stomped back into the area, greeting him roughly with a head-butt. Hannibal hissed and rumbled in annoyance. Mansur seemed to enjoy pestering his brother, taking a few nips at Hannibal’s face. But amid all the teasing, Mansur cough
