“You two, over here!” A voice called, rough and irritated.
Prometheus lifted his head, turning his attention to Sunnuithë—a striped black and white Styracosaurus with a plated armor-like exoskeleton set along her spine, almost like an alligator. A flash of black, white, and purple rushed past him, just barely outside of his blind spot. Poltergeist was the sty’s name, if he recalled correctly. Poltergeist was a bit standoffish, but Prometheus didn’t mind him. The sh...