The giant Tyrannosaurus roamed through the strange new territory, sniffing the air intently. As he roamed in search of food, his mind noticed tiny, rather strange details about the strange new environment he had found himself in.

Tyrannosaurs were amongst the most intelligent of dinosaurs, about as intelligent as a domesticated dog, and intelligent animals were curious about their environment. Whilst the temperature was the same as it had been in his home time, the ground that squelched beneath his feet was wetter than the one he knew. The air he breathed was fresh, without any of the distinctive odour of smoke and pumice from a volcano. The plants were similar to those he knew; mostly broad-leaved trees, with an undergrowth of flowering plants. However, he put his thoughts to one side. Any curiosity about this strange new land could wait; filling his belly was his only priority at the moment.

Tyrannosaurs were possessed of an incredibly strong sense of smell; their scenting abilities were almost preternatural. As he roamed through the strange new territory, his mind was assaulted with a hundred scents; some familiar, some new. He focused on a familiar scent and began to follow it; hoping that it would lead to prey.

Following the trail for quite some time, he walked through a gap between more of the strange, raised, almost two-dimensional structures; however, they were without their distinctive hum. That was odd. He saw a huge, verdant area of land; the area was a mix of forest and open terrain. Sniffing the air, he smelt water; evidently there was some sort of lake nearby. It was there he resolved to head; herbivores gathered at watering holes. Quietly walking through a stand of trees, following the scents that led to the lake and keeping to the shadows, he eventually reached the lake. His instincts had been correct; an enormous herd of herbivores had gathered around the large watering hole.

Some creatures he recognised, but the majority he did not. Some were too small to be a satisfying meal, whilst the gigantic, long-necked creatures browsing some distance off were too large even for him. Some had vicious spikes at the ends of their tails, others had large claws or viciously pointed thumb spikes. But, once he had delivered a crushing bite, any such defences would be immaterial; his bite could get through even the strongest armour. Fortunately, the main body of the herd were all in one area; this would make an ambush more effective.

Tyrannosaurs were highly intelligent predators; hunting as much through strategy as they did strength. Different prey required different skills to take them down; ceratopsians were downed with a crushing bite to the back legs, hadrosaurs were killed with a single crushing bite to the neck, whilst Ornithomimus were killed by grabbing them and violently shaking them until their spines were broken. Sharptooth had even learned how to cripple ankylosaurs and flip them over, exposing their unarmoured bellies.

He tensed his body and readied for an ambush, before bursting out of the undergrowth and tearing towards the herd, with a speed that belied his massive bulk. This would simply be a mock charge, an attempt to make some of the herd take fright and scatter, making it easier for him to isolate a vulnerable individual.

However, an Ornithomimus, that had been browsing near to where the tyrannosaur had launched his ambush, had run back to the herd letting out a shriek of alarm at sight of the predator. Alerted, every herbivore turned to look at this new threat. Some were familiar with the large creature charging towards them; others were not. However, familiarity was not needed; they all knew that this was a predator. Something in their minds snapped; any compatibility issues they had with each other were suddenly forgotten. In the face of the superior threat, nearly all of them were prey. Natural instincts from similar threats in their home time came to the forte; they all had to drive off this new threat together.

When Sharptooth had gotten close enough, the herbivores all erupted in a crescendo of bellowing at the charging theropod, stopping him in his tracks. Even the smallest ornithopods were joining in the audible assault. As Sharptooth came closer, the larger, more armoured herbivores came to the forefront, forming a phalanx of horns, claws and tails to deter the giant theropod and protect the unarmoured, more vulnerable ones.

Sharptooth took a couple of steps back, surprised at this sudden unity of purpose. He attempted to charge forward again, but a crescendo of bellows, swipes and mock charges prevented him from doing so. The element of surprise was critical for any predator; the later you were spotted, the more likely you were to be successful. That was the rule of ambush hunting; one which had served Sharptooth well over and over again. However, this time, it had failed.

The giant theropod roared in response and attempted to charge forward again, but the herd would not budge. Stuck, his strategic mind briefly entertained the notion of making a mock retreat, going around and ambushing the herd from behind…

Sharptooth barely noticed the long-necked creature heading towards him. Sharptooth let out a single hiss of outrage as the long-necked creature, moving with a speed that belied its massive bulk, charged into him, knocking him off balance. Seeing it closely, he could discern more of it. It was slightly longer than him; most of its length was compromised of its neck and tail. Whilst it possessed no horns or tail club, its head was small, long and low, with no biting teeth, and the spikes on its back were clearly not useful for any kind of combat, its enormous size and powerful-looking legs and tail still made it an intimidating prospect.

It reared up on its hind legs, briefly before slamming its enormous front feet on the ground, and let out a deafening roar. Sharptooth understood the intention; this was a threat. Well, if it was a fight it wanted… He whipped round and grabbed the end of the creature's tail. Once he had enough of it in his mouth, he bit down. The creature bellowed in pain, with Sharptooth springing back before the tail could bludgeon him in the face.

The two creatures circled each other, sizing each other up; each waiting to see who would make the next blow. Suddenly, the long-necked creature swung its neck and head like a club, hammering into Sharptooth's torso, knocking him off balance. Although he had taken a blow that would have killed most animals, Sharptooth dived back into combat, grabbing the creature's left humerus. The creature let out a pained bellow and attempted to wrench free; eventually, he kicked Sharptooth in the chest, forcing him to lurch backwards.

Turning to his opponent in rage, Sharptooth threw back his head and roared at the long-necked creature, who let out a loud, trumpeting bellow in response. Suddenly, a crescendo of trumpeting hoots interrupted them, silencing them both. Sharptooth's eyes widened in shock as more long-necked creatures, many larger than his opponent, came walking towards him. The largest of these, a larger version of the creature he had just fought, pawed the ground and grunted menacingly.

Sharptooth's mind considered his options. He was surrounded, lacking the element of surprise and the weaker party in the situation; even the smallest of these creatures was larger than him and could easily smash his skull. It was at this point, Sharptooth deigned to retreat; no meal was worth getting his skull crushed over. Hissing indignantly, he walked off into the night.

Meanwhile, Jack was walking through the undergrowth, trying to find tracks. He, Collete, Kyle and Nikolai had stopped off by Raptor Territory in their search for escaped animals. Jack had gone off on his own, looking for the Utahraptors; he'd bonded with Red and, through her, the rest of the pack. Hopefully, that meant he could call them back from wherever they would be…

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard a low, hissing growl. Turning to the source of the sound, he gulped in fear. One of the male allosaurs – Vhagar, he thought – was standing directly behind him. The Allosaurus' eyes almost narrowed in pleasure at having found a meal; a small meal, but a meal nonetheless. Jack, rigid with fear, watched as the Allosaurus moved, slowly and surely, toward him, his massive strides meaning that he was quickly covering the distance towards them. There was only one sensible thing to do. Run.

Jack turned and sprinted out of the clearing; the allosaur, its prey drive activated, took off after him. Suddenly his foot got snagged on a tree root and he fell to the ground. He turned, exhausted and bruised, as he saw his pursuer bearing down on him, its longer stride length quickly closing the distance. It would be on him in seconds; this was how it ended…

Suddenly, both Jack and the allosaur heard a low, barking caw echo through the clearing. Turning to the source of the sound, Jack saw Red, moving so fast she was practically a blur, tear out of the bushes, and dive between Jack and Vhagar. Spreading out her arms and hissing menacingly, she stood in front of Jack protectively; bodily shielding him from the allosaur. The Allosaurus growled in indignation at this new creature, to which Red screeched in response.

The allosaur advanced menacingly towards the smaller Utahraptor, who tensed her body, ready for fighting. Suddenly, before Vhagar could knock the smaller theropod away with his claws, Red sank her teeth into his arm. Vhagar thrashed, in an attempt to dislodge the smaller theropod, before Red let go and jumped away from the larger theropod, before he could attack her; another Utahraptor came charging out of the undergrowth, jumped on the allosaur's left flank, biting and clawing at it, before nimbly jumping to the ground before the larger theropod could attack it. Instantly after that, another Utahraptor jumped on Vhagar's right flank.

Two Utahraptors snapped at Vhagar's ankles, another jumped on the allosaur's back, whilst another still sank its teeth into the allosaur's thigh, causing him to screech in pain, with the Utahraptor jumping out of reach before Vhagar could kick him away. Eventually, the whole pack were mobbing the larger theropod; after about twenty minutes, Vhagar growled in indignation and ran off. The Utahraptors chased him a short distance, snapping at its heels like sheepdogs. When they were sure it had left the clearing, Red advanced towards Jack, looking at him with care and concern, as if checking if he was alright. Thinking aloud, Jack said "Yeah, I'm all right, girl. Thanks for saving me." The Utahraptor let out a soft, throaty, almost reassuring cluck; as if she was satisfied that Jack was safe. Jack smiled fondly and sighed.

Suddenly, the undergrowth rustled and the Utahraptors all went on edge. Kyle, Nikolai and Collete emerged into the clearing, tranq guns at the ready and pointed at the Utahraptors. Red hissed angrily and the pack went tense, circling Kyle, Nikolai and Collete. Suddenly, Jack got up and placed himself between Kyle, Nikolai and Collete and the Utahraptors, and said "Stand down." As the Utahraptors circled the team nervously, Jack lifted his arms, holding his hands out to the pack and said, "Stand down."

The Utahraptors continued circling Kyle, Nikolai and Collete tensely, and the three humans kept their tranquilliser guns raised. Suddenly, Red turned to her pack and squawked at them. At their alpha's call, the Utahraptors' bodies relaxed and they took a step back from the humans. Collete turned to Jack and said, "Are they going to attack us?" Jack sighed happily and shook his head, "No; I think Red told them to stand down." Nikolai turned to Jack and said, "Well done, Denham. Now we need to get them back to their paddock." Jack smiled, "Well, for one thing, you can put the guns down; I'm sure we can get them back without having to resort to darting them." Kyle, Nikolai and Collete lowered their guns, whilst Jack and Red turned to look at each other.

Some distance away, Drew, Cynthia and Leon had tracked Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion to a forest clearing near Theropod Kingdom. They looked around cautiously; the allosaurs could be anywhere, after all. Drew muttered to Leon, "Moment of truth, Leon…" Lifting his whistle to his lips, Leon blew. There was silence. Leon blew his whistle again.

For a few seconds, there was silence, before, suddenly, a low, alligator-like hiss echoed through the clearing. The three humans looked at each other as the undergrowth rustled and the three allosaurs suddenly burst out from several different angles, surrounding them. As the allosaurs circled the Jeep, Drew turned to Leon and hissed, "What's going on?" Leon, quietly, whispered and said, "I don't think they recognise you; they think you're a threat."

Drogon took a few steps forward, jaws open, when Leon suddenly blew his whistle and yelled, "Drogon, get back!" Drogon took a few steps back in surprise and turned to look at him. Whilst this was happening, Rhaegal advanced towards the jeep, before Leon turned to him and said, "Rhaegal, I see you! Eyes on me." He briefly heard Viserion hiss, and responded with "Viserion, don't give me that shit! Stand down."

Leon then lifted his arms, holding his hands out to the three allosaurs and said, "Stand down." The large theropods circled the Jeep tensely, and Drew and Cynthia kept their tranquilliser guns raised. As Drogon advanced towards them, Leon said, quietly but authoritatively, "Stand down." After a few, tense moments, the allosaurs' bodies relaxed and they walked to Leon's side. Drew, Cynthia and Leon looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing; the ending of the situation was something that was too amusing to ignore. Wiping tears from his eyes, Drew said, with some glee, "At least something's gone in our favour tonight." They had the allosaurs on their side, which would make rounding some of these animals up a whole lot easier.