A biting cold chill swept across the expansive highlands of Isla Kela. What was usually lush green pastures was now a patchy mix of dying grass and drifts of snow. For Arugala, this was a sign. Time to move on.
His herd was small, consisting of only a handful of Parasaurolophus. Despite that these large hadrosaurs had voracious appetites, and the last bits of vegetation holding on for dear life as the winter...
