Emyr and Zovern watched the monitors closely.
Moments later, the compartment door opened up slowly. His flat beak that looked like a duck-bill was prehistoric in appearance. His nose attached to the beak puckered as though sniffing the air. Maybe, he could smell danger.
'Don't move,' Emyr texted Santos.
When nothing moved, his head went out. It had moss and seaweeds down to his back.
"Let's have a close-up of the head, please." Emyr whispered a command.
The eyes were red. The irises were black circles with horizontal long lines. There were pointed bumps everywhere on his head and body. The belly was round and heavy as though he had swallowed a big rock.
"He is large!" One of the men observed in amazement.
The tetranadon moved slowly. His long legs were folded. His feet were round
