49130 Million Years Ago, ChinaThe killer ebon dinosaur roared as the black muck sucked him deeper. He was already sunk up to his chest; his arms and clawed hands had disappeared beneath the glossy obsidian surface.
Which meant he would be even easier for Grip to kill.
The dinosaur roared again, casting the rancid mist of his breath over the banked rim of the pit, carrying with it the trace scents of Grip's murdered mate and pups. The smell reminded Grip of his reason for being there.
He hadn't come in search of a new family or a fresh start with another dog-thing's pups. He hadn't come to watch his enemy die a slow death brought on by a natural, impersonal phenomenon. He'd come to kill the last killer of his family in a very personal way, to pay him back for the tragedy he'd caused.
