Author: Jurassic Joe

Time: 7:36 PM

Location: Western Oregon - The Plains

Age: Late Cretaceous

Luck was with the Velociraptor tribe. They had managed to finda medium sized herd of Parasaurolophus, despite the vastness of the plains. They were getting harder and harder to find lately. This year the tribe had many hatchlings, the adults were breeding more to keep their numbers up. Two male raptors watched from a hiding place among the ferns. One of the males was the pack leader, the alpha male. He was the coordinator of the attacks, yet only physically helped hunt when he was needed. The Alpha was called Bolt, a strong warrior. The brown Velociraptor who stood beside him was his right hand man, a big and powerful animal that did most of the actual killing. He was Hook. There were also the remaining two members of the pack, which were females. The hid in the grass, with their eyes fixed on Bolt; waiting for the signal. The group only had four members, the hatchlings and younger raptors had long since perished. Food was scarce, and the Velociraptors were hungry. Bolt watched the Parasaurolophus, pleased with the fact that it had no idea what was about to happen. The alpha male gave the signal, saliva rolling down his chin. It sizzled on the ground under the hot sun.

The two females lurking in the grass burst from their hiding places and flung their slender bodies up into the air. One was dark green and one was a whitish color. They were on the Parasaurolophus in an instant, and dug their claws into the soft flesh of the terrified animals. The two females were Bee and Feather. The Parasaurolophus shreiked in pain. The attack came from the sides, not from the front. It was all Bolts idea, as usual. By the time the bleeding and weak Parasaurolophus was hit the ground, the rest of the herd had left him, knowing that they could not help the dying creature. The alpha male of the herbivores was already rounding up the hatchlings, on the other side of the plains.

Bolt watched his plan unfold, the prey was already weakening. He then was ready to send in the second heat, Hook. Bolt looked at Hook and thrashed his head towards the screaming herbivore. This was his cue to do his buiseness, the killing. Hook dashed out of the hiding spot and into the long grass. Hook brought his clawed hands into the air and let out a long growl.

As Bee- the green raptor, and Feather -the white raptor struggled to get their next meal in position Hook was already on target. He was about eight feet away when he leaped off the ground. In the air Hook curved his body sideways, jaws wide open, eyes on his target. The target was the Parasaurolophus neck, which was the weakest spot. His jaws clenched the flesh of the animal and with momentum his teeth tore the neck open, causing blood to spurt everywhere. Hook landed on his feet, and looked at his work. He had killed the animal, just like he had done countless times before.

It was time for Hook to signal Bolt, he waved his tail up in the air. When Bolt saw the tail he paced toward the kill, calmly. When he got to the bloody site he was impressed. He had coordinated another flawless attack. There was no injurys, or a death count. It was Bolt who would eat first, no question. It was just the way it was, and always was. The alpha male stared at the kill longer, admiring his tribe’s talents, especially Bolts neck ripping.

Feather broke the silence with a victory growl, and was soon joined by the rest of the group. Bolt then gashed open the side of the Parasaurolophus' belly. With one swipe of his hand claw the skin was pulled apart and the intestines exposed. It might have been a rather unpleasant sight for a human, but the hungry Velociraptors it was soothing. Bolt stuck his head into the warm flesh and started muzzling the insides, then began to ate. After the leader was done he picked Hook to eat next, do to his neck victory. After Hook finished Bolt allowed Bee to eat, then Feather. It was a victorious day for the pack of Velociraptors, but hunger would come again. Bolt looked up at the sun. It was about to set, and already the sky was streaked with reds and oranges. At night, the plains belonged to different tribes. It was best for him to lead the pack to shelter.