Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-32337650-20171019222946

Visory bolts for the trees once more, hoping the baryonyx would target the larger group. He managed to reach a shadowy thicket of branches with his twisted ankle that helps his dark feathers blend in with the background, then sniffs the air. Visory never had good sense of smell, but he's always had this sixth sense that enables him to tell signs of distress or when something is wrong. And there is something very strange with those baryonyx.

Over at the hill, he sees the other dakotaraptor hold on to the face of a baryonyx and use his sharp raptor claw to take out one of it's eyes. He sees the dilophosaurus tear out the throat of another one and that pterosaur, think her name was Cinder, sink her claws into the neck of a baryonyx with a broken tail. Visory has to admit that he's fascinated with the way the group attacks, he's never seen a pack of dinosaurs fight like that before.