Nigel and his team had made some headway through the grass, but so far, they haven't seen anything.

Fortunately, their luck is about to change.

Ahead of them, they see an odd looking creature. It looked like a horse, but it had a longer neck. It was busy eating from a low hanging tree and hadn't noticed the group.

"What is that?" Asked Vera.

"I think it's a Miotylopus," said Tai, "an early genus of camel."

Everyone stared at him, perplexed.

"I read most of Tristan's paleontology text books."

"... You know what, forget it," remarked Alice,"this isn't really that surprising. Now, how do we catch those?"

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Nearby, the two predators were still watching. They had been joined by almost a dozen of their kind and were getting very close to the group now. With prey this oblivious, they could eat for days. Still, caution is needed. If they make one misstep, they will have to start this process all over again. For that reason, there had been no fighting over who would kill these strange new prey. Besides, there were plenty of targets, so sharing wouldn't be much of a problem for the birds.

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Back at the park, it's feeding time for some of the smaller residents.

In one of the tanks used to keep freshwater fish, one creature swam amid some reads, searching for food.

Though he had no name for himself, nor any way to communicate one, as he had no vocal chords, the staff had taken to calling him Lonch. He was a Lonchidion, a type of freshwater shark. A native of Hell Creek, he had been rescued on the very first mission Nigel had been involved in. The change of environments had been surprising, but it ultimately did not matter him, for nothing had changed for him.

Well, he did find food more plentiful, but that wasn't much of a change for him.

Right now, though, he was busy watching the keepers that fed him. Right now, they were watching some odd rock that had showed another shark like him. Right now, it was eating something.

While Lonch lacked any idea as to what the humans were doing, a human would realize that they were watching Shark Week. Lonch, of course, was oblivious to this, but he was interested in the shark he saw on what was, unknown to him, a television screen.

Though he didn't know it, he was in for quite a show.

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Meanwhile, in a different part of the park, Bob and Suzanne were working on a new exhibit for the saber-tooths. As they had already bred, the breeding pens were no longer needed, which were rather small for their inhabitants.

To this end, Suzanne and Bob had been working on setting up a proper exhibit nearby the breeding ones, as even if the breeding pens were small, the cats would still see them as their territory.

"Now, these are grassland cats," said Bob "so me and Suzanne had made sure their exhibit has plenty of grass, but we're also using some of the nearby forests because they provide shady places for the cats to nap. These Smilodon sleep for up to 18 hours, so I think they'd like a shady spot to sleep."

Nearby, the cubs are switching between watching Suzanne and Bob work and feeding off some meat. Their parents and older sister merely stare at the keeper and vet for a moment before going to sleep.

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AN: The bit with Lonch was for Shark Week, as this chapter was published on Spacebattles during Shark Week.

I have many more chapters coming up, and the next one should be up tomorrow morning, in about 14 hours.

So, read and review. This is Flameal15k, signing off.