Evening’s shadows lengthened and melted away into the night as Carl made his way northeast through the woods on his way to Saurahall. His fear and doubt grew with the darkness until he practically jumped at every sight and sound he encountered. He could hardly recognize himself anymore. Far from the confident and courageous Saltrak chieftain he had been just this morning, he was now a scared and lonely dinosaur with an injured shoulder who was running away from those he had once called friends to those he had only ever known as enemies. Deadly enemies.
He knew there was a good chance they would kill him, and they certainly had every right. But somehow he was pretty certain they wouldn’t. These Cardoliners possessed a sense of decency that he had never encountered when fighting other Saltr
