51130 Million Years Ago, ChinaJust as Grip was about to leap across the pit at the ebon dinosaur sinking into the tar, the pups started barking all at once, crying out in terror. Calling for help.
He couldn't ignore them.
Whipping around, Grip looked down the slope, away from the pit. The pups were still clustered together around their dead mother...but now they were surrounded by predators. Three white-feathered dinosaurs encircled them, squawking and waving their claws as they hopped ever closer.
Each feathered dinosaur was over twice the size of Grip...five times the size of a pup. Grip instantly understood that the pups didn't stand a chance. Not on their own.
The dinosaurs would tear the pups apart as if they were ripe fruit. One, two, three, and another family of dog-things
