The sun was already low in the sky over the marshland of Isla Kela.Mist was already wafting across the ground and the soft ground muffled every sound of footsteps. Including those of the two styracosaurs Monyahn and Sterntaler.
‘And I'm telling you, the rats have been talking about the crows seeing something interesting in the swamp,’ said the almost black Sterntaler to her companion.
In the fading light of the sun, you could almost only recognise the yellow stripes an...
