The soft clap of distant thunder rang through the valley, bouncing off the jagged rock walls and finding it’s way to Ceratosaurus’ ears. He had known the rain was coming by looking at the darkened skies above him… but he hadn’t expected it so soon. If the storm hit before he could reach his prey, he’d go hungry tonight for sure. He’d learned from experience just how hard it was to follow the scent of prey during a rainfall.

The prey in question was an Othnielia, hiding somewhere nearby. Normally he wouldn’t attempt such fleet-footed prey, but this one was particularly plump, and better yet, wounded. Ceratosaurus began to drool, imagining the taste of warm Othnielia flesh melting in his mouth. It would be well worth the extra effort…

Sniffing quietly, Ceratosaurus pulled scent molecules from the air, analyzing them in his massive olfactory lobe and drawing a picture in his mind of the Othnielia’s exact location. He began stealthily moving forward, scanning the rocks for movement.

The Othnielia frantically tried to keep still as it’s chest heaved wildly. Crimson blood trickled down it’s leg, attracting the horned predator like a neon sign. Hiding was no longer an option. It would have to rely on whatever speed it could muster up with an injured leg.

The Othnielia suddenly darted away from behind a boulder, rushing uphill. Ceratosaurus bellowed and sprinted forwards, rushing his prey with lightning speed. He was catching up to his injured prey fast, almost close enough to lunge. Then, without warning, the Othnielia leapt into the air. Ceratosaurus’ eyes grew wide as he saw what the Othnielia had already seen: the path abruptly sloped downwards, into a pit of spiky rocks. With a panicked shriek he fixed his eyes on the ledge beyond the pit, and jumped.