Shadows lengthen as the great ball of fire lowers over the horizon. In anticipation of the coming darkness, the forest is silent - save for tangible crack carried in the humid breeze. With a rustling of ferns small mammals scramble into their burrows.
Not a moment too soon.
The broken tree limbs is followed by a muffled creaking as a large creature moves along with slow, heavy laden steps. Pushing through a swath of conifer branches, a robust, round snout appears. Its toothy mouth opens to grunt in protest as the brances slap against its scaly hide. A slender arm reaches up to part the plants with hooked claws, revealing the rest of the animal.
Out walks a dinosaur.
Stomach full from a tender carcass and nostrils filled with the smell of crisp pine resin, the Gasosaurus is content.
She decides to stand in the subtle clearing for a moment, relishing the warm rays as the run along her eleven foot length.
Sensing the precence of another in the wind, the huntress retreats into the patchwork of dim foliage.
The sun sets on a Jurassic earth before surrendering to a night as deep as time itself.