45130 Million Years Ago, ChinaBleeding and bone-tired, Grip limped out of the forest, plodding into a field of reeds in the icy moonlight. He'd been running hard since killing the two dinos back at the brook and leading the third to slaughter by the king of the dinosaurs.
Another full day had passed with no rest since then. Exhaustion and his wounds had worn him down, slowing him from an all-out run to a hobble.
But he'd never lost the trail. He'd followed the scent of the last killer dinosaur through the riot of smells and danger in the forest, dodging and fighting his way past every obstacle.
The trail had taken many turns, fading and intensifying and fading again, disappearing in the fragrant cacophony of life in the forest...but Grip had always picked it up again. He had never l
