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It was a crisp spring morning on Isla Kera, and a family of cryosaurs were beginning to stir. Sandstorm, after scenting no predators on the breeze, allowed her hatchlings to follow her out of the cavern they using for shelter. Sandstorm herself didn’t mind staying out in the open, but with her little ones, she didn’t want to take the risk. Vanim was the last to emerge, and he carefully trailed behind his mother. He didn’t join his siblings in their rough...

In hindsight, Knot understood that this was a bad idea. He’d also known that when Finch first asked him. But he’d gone along with it anyway, because if he didn’t follow along, his cousin would have gotten herself into even bigger trouble. …Though, it was hard to imagine any trouble bigger than the kind they were in right now. “How was I supposed to know there would be so many crows around?” Finch hissed at him, her spittle close...