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She strode through the ferns, tall legs carrying her with a powerful grace unmatched. Her scarred jaws swung back and forth, nostrils scenting the air. Ferns of every shape and age waved before her in a rolling field. Finally she caught the scent of familiarity. Stalking over she uttered a deep grunt in her throat. It was answered by a yelp! Pushing her thick jaws into the ferns she uncovered her cub, concealed from other predators by the towering plants. His yelps grew more urgent as he flopped on his shaky legs and stared up at her.

That scarred face had been the last thing many herbivores saw as they died screaming. But to the tiny male it was the loveliest visage in the known world. It was there when he first broke free from his shell and it was always there to offer him food, nuzzle and clean him and scare off the scavengers and smaller therapods that he caught glimpses of from his nest. The field of ferns wasn't ideal nesting but it had been a hard summer. She had only born a single egg and was now determined to feed and care for her lone cub. The hunting had been luckless today but after a light nap she would march off at dusk and see about ambushing a nesting dinosaur for a late dinner. Her cub would have to be patient for his dinner.

But right now she lowered her face to a frenzy of happy yelps muzzle bumps, savoring the delight her son displayed upon her return.

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I wanted to take another run at a dinosaur picture for my nephew. Similar theme but with a very different mindset! I honestly didn;t want to coat my Tyrannosaurus in feathers so I compromised and gave her scutes. I liked the idea that no matter how terrifying or scary someone is, their kids and family will love them regardless.

Description
She strode through the ferns, tall legs carrying her with a powerful grace unmatched. Her scarred jaws swung back and forth, nostrils scenting the air. Ferns of every shape and age waved before her in a rolling field. Finally she caught the scent of familiarity. Stalking over she uttered a deep grunt in her throat. It was answered by a yelp! Pushing her thick jaws into the ferns she uncovered her cub, concealed from other predators by the towering plants. His yelps grew more urgent as he flopped on his shaky legs and stared up at her.

That scarred face had been the last thing many herbivores saw as they died screaming. But to the tiny male it was the loveliest visage in the known world. It was there when he first broke free from his shell and it was always there to offer him food, nuzzle and clean him and scare off the scavengers and smaller therapods that he caught glimpses of from his nest. The field of ferns wasn't ideal nesting but it had been a hard summer. She had only born a single egg and was now determined to feed and care for her lone cub. The hunting had been luckless today but after a light nap she would march off at dusk and see about ambushing a nesting dinosaur for a late dinner. Her cub would have to be patient for his dinner.

But right now she lowered her face to a frenzy of happy yelps muzzle bumps, savoring the delight her son displayed upon her return.

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I wanted to take another run at a dinosaur picture for my nephew. Similar theme but with a very different mindset! I honestly didn;t want to coat my Tyrannosaurus in feathers so I compromised and gave her scutes. I liked the idea that no matter how terrifying or scary someone is, their kids and family will love them regardless.