The mother-son duo continued their long trek through the plains, which had felt like a long time for the juvenile Tyrannosaur, who was used to having everything he needed in the forest. But now, with the invasive species on the prowl, his home started looking a lot more mobile. T and his mother knew one thing, and one thing only… How to survive, though T was starting to feel an aching in his legs after walking for what must have been hours. Still, though, he continued on with his mother. Hoping to find his next meal. As luck would have it, a Larinoth was walking by. They were smaller than most Sauropods, standing 7 meters tall. T’s mother realized that the monster in front of them would make for a fine meal. Seeing that it was old and away from the rest of its herd, probably due to being unable to keep up, she attacked.
T watched as his mother charged her newfound prey; she saw it go into a defensive posture, using its weight to fend off its assailant. T’s mother realized that this entity was far too slow to keep up with her. She circled around it, biting at its legs until the Larinoth eventually toppled over. The Larinoth started struggling to get back up. Its bones were frail, and its weight was heavy. T’s mother knew what to do, and she did it. She went up to the long neck of the Larinoth and bit it, severing its vertebrae at the neck, and ending its life. She started devouring it while her son felt a rumble in his stomach. She looked over at him and brought a slab of meat from the dead monster. The juvenile Tyrannosaurus started digging in, enjoying the meal that he had so long been lacking. The world that he and his mother were a part of was survival of the fittest. If you were left behind, you died, simple as that. The tiny Tyrannosaurus also learned that just because something was much bigger than you, it doesn’t mean that you had to back down from the fight. What T witnessed was truly a David vs. Goliath matchup. Except, in this case, the David of the situation had far more experience in the combat situation than Goliath did.
After munching on their dinner for a few minutes, the mother dinosaur perked her head up. She had heard something approaching, but not just one something, but multiple somethings. She scanned the area and saw what looked like small blue velociraptors. They were known as Baggi, but to her and her son, they were more of an inconvenience. She gave them a look, but the Baggi were not bothered in the slightest. They were used to things far bigger and nastier than she was. They looked at the mother, then to T, and finally to the carcass of the dead Larinoth. The Baggis ignored him, too; much to the little Tyrannosaur’s luck. Realizing that it was a lost cause, and already feeling full from the meal they had just eaten. The baby Tyrannosaur and his mother left.
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Continuing their adventure across the plains, T’s mother felt like they were being watched. She turned around and saw that, indeed, they were. It was the pack of Baggi’s that was following them. They had just lost their pack leader, the Great Baggi, so they were in need of something bigger and stronger than they were individually. The mother Tyrannosaur was having none of it. She ran at the Baggi pack, but they were too agile for her to land an attack. They jumped onto her, digging their sharp Talons into her skin. The attack caused her to wince in pain, but she shook them off. T, too, charged at the pack, trying to bite at them, but he was being ignored for the bigger threat in the room. The fighting continued, neither side truly having the upper hand, until Tyrannosaurus mother caught one of the Baggis mid-jump in her mouth, crushing him with her 431,000 pounds per square inch bite. This caused the other Baggi to see that, though they had the numerical advantage, she would still cause them too much trouble for continuing the fight to be worth it.
After watching their most recent encounter run off, afraid. The maternal dinosaur looked at her baby and nudged him away from the danger that was behind them. Now they moved forward, onward. They did not know what their next step would be. No, instead, they just wanted to persevere in a world that was once their own, but was now out to get them like any other prey. The circle of life was getting a whole lot messier, and what was once clear-cut was now looking a lot more hectic in the grand scheme of things.
The plains were massive, stretching as far as the eye could see. If T had a sense of time and scale, it would seem unending. Though the juvenile dinosaur could not understand time as a concept, his legs did the explanation for him as they eventually gave out. He was down for a while before his mother realized what had happened. She stayed by her baby’s side as he recuperated, as he was getting far too big for her to hoist him up with her mouth.
After a few days of recuperating, T saw that his mother was gone. Terrified, he looked around for her, but nothing could be seen of her. Not hide, nor tail. That was, until he heard the sound of a slab of meat land behind him. His mother had recently hunted an Aptonoth, an herbivorous monster that was a succulent meal.
T did not know it yet, but soon his time with his mother would come to an end, and he, too, would be left alone in the world. For now, he was entirely content with the protection his mother provided, but protection usually comes at a cost, which nature is all too keen to explain. And Little did the baby Tyrannosaurus know that danger comes in all shapes and sizes. Some were even smaller than the eye could see, yet they sometimes proved the most deadly.
