As the team exited the portal, they found themselves atop a hill. Below them, a prairie stretched out for miles, giving way to a lake, some rivers, and, in the distance, a massive black pool - the tar pits. For the team, it was a good omen - their destination was already in sight.

As they prepared to move forward, though, their eyes settled on several objects moving below them - horses, as it turned out. The team needed no words to figure out what they were looking at - these were western horses, a species only native to the Americas. These horses had never left their ancestral homeland of Norht America, but in a few thousand years time, they would be driven into extinction by paleoindians, thus makiing them vital targets for rescue.

Yet that was not the only thing that had the teams attention. Many other extinct genera milled around the horses - flat headed peccary, dwarf pronghorns, even a few California tapirs had all decided to use the horses as meat shields. These creatures, however, paled in comparison to the beasts that were slwoly advancing through the grass. Occasionally, they would take turns looking at eachother, but never once did their concentraton on the herd waver.

In another time and place, these beasts would be on the sigil of some noble house. As is, though, the team knew exactly what they were looking at.

"Direwolves?" asked Elise, to which Sean merely nodded.

Already, the team was examining the angle at which the wolves would launc there attack - that way, they knew how to set up their rescue to save every creature they could see.

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Back at the park, the new arrivals were under examination by Suzanne. Having been separated before they woke up, the two were now gorging themselves on their preferred food sources - roots for the sloth, meat and bones for the bear.

"Any idea what were looking at?" asked a vet by the name of Raleigh. "For the sloth, at least - I know what the bear is."

"Based on the size of the sloth, and some other morphological features, I'd say this is a Paramylodon. As for the bear, well, you should know what it is."

"Short, bulldog-esque face, large size, long limbs? Must be Arctodus simus, the lesser short faced bear."

"Correct. People used to assume it was the king of the predators on the American plains, but it couldn't turn hard enough to do that - more of a scavenger."

"Barring the occasional ground sloth, glyptodont or juvenile mammoth."

"True - large mammalian carnivores cannot sustain themselves on carrion alone."

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At Titanosaur Treetops, the various sauropods of the park were all enjoying a holiday feast...especially the arrivals from Nublar. The female Brachiosaurus, in particular, was taking her new lease on life very well.

Her new home was nice, to say the least - plenty of food, new neighbors, and a lack of volcanoes were all good things. The large number of sauropods also made things more bearable, with the significant number of brachiosaurs being a major bonus - now, she had no issue with being alone.

As she continued to feast, a herd of hadrosaurs began to mill about beneath her. Pachycephalosaurs also joined the duckbills, exploiting their size for protection. Occasionally, one hadrosaur would amble too close to one of the giant herbivores, only to find itself unceremoniously shoved away. A similar feat occurred when a pachycephalosaur tried to steal food from one of the duckbills. Ironically enough, said duckbill was the same one that had been repulsed by the titanosaur. It seemed observing the misfortune of another did not lead to learning.

Yet as the herbivores continued to feast, a new group of creatures began to move about beneath the treetops. To the untrained eye, they resembled parasaurs...but a closer look would reveal that their bodies were covered in spines. some browsed, whilst others grazed.

One could be forgiven for assuming that these creatures were some crossbreed between the Pachycephalosaurus and Parasaurolophus that milled about around them...and that wasn't exactly far from the truth.

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At T. rex Hill, meanwhile, the new arrivals were busy marking boundaries. The spaces allotted to them had been more than enough for all of the tyrant reptiles to carve out their own territories, though some were more...aggressive about it than others.

In particular, the male from Nublar had been particularly careful to defend his range from the newcomers. Then again, he wasn't really used to sharing...or seeing more than one of his own. The keepers, however, found him rather docile.

...Probably because he remember how kind humans could be to him if given the chance.

After all, they had been the ones who had healed his leg after that stupid one with the glasses had broken it. As for the stupid one, well, he had been really tasty.

Of course, that had all been long ago. Now, much time had passed, and many faces had come and gone. His parents had long since passed away - he had wandered out of their territory years before, after strange carnivores tried to invade their territory. By then, he'd also grown too large to be able to comfortably share their range, and hald already started hunting Gallimimus for food. He'd eventually found their carcasses, a few years later, undamaged and still warm. Familial affection had kept him from eating them, but only just.

Eventually, he had been moved to the new island, though only years after the new park had been open - by then, the strange new predators had pretty much wiped out all of the prey on the island, and it was unlikely he'd have survived long in that new, hostile world...not that he knew that, of course. That being said, he'd never gone on display at the park, owing to the need for a separate pen to be constructed for him - Rexy was rather territorial, and while, somehow, she still went into heat (and would do so for at least five more years after the incident, based on data Masrani had asked Claire to gather without telling anyone except Lowery), she wasn't in heat just yet, making breeding inviable. Construction had been delayed following the creation of the I. rex, and completely scrapped once the 2015 Incident had happened. Thus, he'd been released into the wild, and managed to avoid both starvation, Rexy's wrath, and volcanic fury until he ended up here.

Now, though, he had new problems to deal with - namely, the three double crested tyrannosaurs that were staring at his exhibit and trying to figure out how to steal his brunch...

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Back in the past, the team readied the portal. Owing to a change in the wind, the horses had noticed the presence of the wolves, causing them to move further down the plains...right toward a game trail. Seizing the opportunity before them, the team had set up the portal sticks, and were now waiting for the wolves to attack. Only then would their plan be put to the test.

No worry was needed. When the wolves finally launched their attack, the horses acted exactly as expected, charging into the trail in the hopes of a quick escape. Within moments, the herd and its hanger-on's had vanished, with the wolves swift to follow. Victory assured, the team advanced onward, ready to rescue yet more megafauna.

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