27130 Million Years Ago, ChinaGrip was charging through the forest on the trail of the six killer dinos when he came to the scene of the bloodbath.
He stopped at the edge of a thicket of giant ferns and sniffed the hot afternoon air. A putrid scent hung over the thicket, a scent he knew well.
The scent of murder.
The trail, of course, led right through the middle of the thicket. Mottled brown and white fur bristling along his back, Grip slowly crept forward.
Dried fern fronds crackled under him, and pine needles fallen from above jabbed his paws. Sniffing the dirt, he breathed in an acrid smell. Licking his muzzle, he tasted blood and urine.
Then, as he proceeded onward, he came across pieces of the victims. Bits of flesh and fur were stuck to the ferns and brush in his path. Bl
