Note: This story was written with courtship in mind, NOT romance
He was having that dream again. Curled into a ball in his sad little den, Comet shook himself so hard in his sleep that his head hit the wall. Jolted awake, the cryolophosaurus shot up, panting and scanning the den. An old clump of gray feathers caught his attention and he leaned forward in the cramped burrow, nuzzling against it. They were Sil...
