![]() Hell, I don’t even know if the ones that I’ve already befriended are okay back at the forts. “I don’t know if there is a limit to how many dinosaur friends I can make. “See, Bruce, I don’t quite understand the limitations of my own power,” I said as I moved to be closer to the river which cut through the valley where I’d landed. The pteranodon wasn’t big enough for me to ride like a pegasus, but his wings were wide enough to help me kind of clumsily glide down from heights, and I had used the tactic to escape the big-winged asshole that had tried to kill me. He had saved me from a fall to the death when a black-winged, three-eyed, ugly asshole had carried me up into the air and dropped me from a few thousand feet. ![]() ![]() He was about as big as a horse, with a long beak that could punch through flesh and bone like a Greek warrior’s spear. The spikes on their tails looked wicked sharp, and I angled our approach so that we could come at them from the front.īruce the pteranodon hopped next to me like a bat and let out a puzzled honk. The twin rows of alternating shield-bones on their backs looked almost as tall as me, but it was hard to tell from this distance. ![]() ![]() The stegosauruses were about the size of a big-rig truck without its trailer, and they looked a bit clumsy because their front legs were shorter than their rear legs. “Do you think I should tame all the stegos or just one of them?” I asked Bruce as we got within a hundred yards of the spiky dinosaurs. ![]()
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