CHAPTER ONE
Two Struthiomimus parents are walking
"Mima we gotta get to the Nesting Grounds" said Altan the male.
Mima asks "What's the hurry?"
Altan shakes his head "I don't want our kids being born in the open."
Mima grumbles "I'm not THAT in labor. Don't make a pregnant chick move like this!"
Altan replies "Still, there are Sharpteeth."
A struthio in the group laughs at the 2 of them, not so much intending to insure they know about it, not so much caring if they do either. He instead just thinks about his own status. Single, only a month behind being ready age enough to consider not being single, but to nyeve to take it seriously. But, that's just the way he likes it. He loses interest in them and imedeantly goes to a rock in direct sunlight, at a high advantage he can look around, get a good eye view of his surroundings.