Kliran moved deeper into the foliage, staying ahead of them but always easy to follow, stopping only occasionally to test the air and listen to the sounds. She hauled up short in a clearing when confronted by a
feathered dinosaur shorter than any of them, but with a mouth full of sharp teeth. "Turn around... turn around..." She hissed, starting to back up. Behind them, another one emerged and there was rustling in the bushes.