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In the early morning hours the forest, blanketed in a thick layer of nightly snow, seemed still and quiet at first glance. The loudest birds have flown to warmer climates and some wildlife even strayed closer to the volcanoes' craters for its soothing warmth. If not, most have found shelter from the biting morning cold or simply avoided the icy winds altogether in these awfully early hours. It would pose a serene scene if it weren’t for a styracosaurus crashing, motivated and unstoppable, t...

The dry and dusty landscapes definitely weren’t Rixx’s favourite terrain. Reliable sources of water are near non-existent and the only food of interest to him are either dead, dry, far too bitter shrubs or spiny, thorned succulents- neither being to his taste. Rather not even mention the hardy and headstrong predators that seem to feel more than comfortable in these jagged and dry climates. Even if he insists he isn’t made for this terrain, the dusty brown styraco blends into thi...

The loud sound of leathery flapping wings filled the air, the shadows from the two Tropeognathus casting shadows down on the trio below. Egret squinted up at them with a scowl on his face, shaking his short feathers out. Beside him Trico was nudging Hoarfrost onwards, the hatchling complaining but going along with it. “Are we almost there yet?” Egret called up to Daybreak and Inkblotch, scowling when he got no response. Typical. The pair of flyers had been l...