It was a fertile land with endless possibilities. Wash's T-Rex would be able to thrive on Your Grave for many years, although terribly alone. As the ruler of Your Grave, he will be able to choose his own territory at leisure.
This was a blessing at first, yet as soon as he felt established (and his last meal fully digested) he began to grow restless. Maybe he acted to hastily when he turned on Wash's Stego. Though his betrayal was inevitable, it did not have to be so sudden.
Wash's T-Rex had his thoughts interrupted as the shadow of Wash's Brontosaurus stumbles upon Your Grave. "This is a fertile land you have claimed for yourself, Wash's T-Rex" stated Wash's Brontosaurus, "Do you alone rule over this land?"
"Do all herbivores think alike while naming a fertile land such as this?" Wash's T-Rex had shouted at Wash's Brontosaurus. "I have already called it Your Grave!" He felt insulted to have Your Grave referred to as This Land.
Wash's Brontosaurus was confused by this sudden attack. He felt that a ruler of such fertile land as this would take pride in this land. Yet confusion quickly gave way to anger at being threatened. As fertile a land as this was, he would not make it his grave. He could not go to his grave while Wash's female Brontosaurus waited for him to come back. Wash's Brontosaurus still needed to return with news of a fertile land that they could thrive upon together, as its rulers.
"Mine is a heroic laugh! I think we should call it Your Grave!" Wash's Brontosaurus challenged as he made for a charge.
Wash's T-Rex braced for the attack, taunting. "Now it is you who will die!"
(Plastic dinosaurs have a go at it)