The herd marched onwards, even as the midday sun began to beat down upon them. The heat was annoying, but seeking relief from it was not an option - they needed to find more water. Even with the predators on their heals, keeping themselves hydrated was the most pressing goal, no matter how many of their number fell victim to the hunters.

They had been marching for over a week, after a dry spell had caused the lake they had been frequenting to dry up. Faced with death by dehydration the herd had begun to migrate, using their collective memory to try and find old watering holes that could sate them until the rains returned to refill the dry ones. The cause of said drought was not an ecological catastrophe like a volcanic eruption or a meteor impact, but rather a more mundane issue: the rains were late this year. From a geological standpoint, the disruption would occupy less time than a blink of an eye, but for the creatures living through said drought, it was a severe problem - already, the herd had passed the carcass of a sauropod, and already, the body looked desiccated by the heat, even though it had died recently, a victim of disease. Many scavengers had already been tearing at the carcass, amongst them the tyrannosaurs that now pursued the herd. These predators were albertosaurs - slender tyrants whose time was running out.

Albertosaurs dominated the Northern parts of the continent at this time, where they favored preying upon the crested lambeosaurs and the prominently nose-horned centrosaurs. By contrast, their relatives, the tyrannosaurines, preferred the saurolophines with their crestless head and the chasmosaurs with their giant brow horns. For now, the two coexisted, but in the generations to come, the former groups would grow less common whilst the latter experienced unprecedented speciation. In time, the lambeosaurs and centrosaurs would be forced to migrate to Asia, whilst the albertosaurs appeared to die-out entirely. Perhaps some albertosaurs made it to Asia before the Age of Reptiles ended, but none yet had been fossilized.

All this mattered not to the herd, however. For them and their Richardoestesia hitchhikers, finding a new watering hole was the most important goal.

Unknown to them, however, the team was ready to solve that problem.

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It didn't take long for the team to formulate a plan to rescue the herbivores - with the giants searching for water, simply offering a source of hydration would be enough to attract them. Luring in the predators would also be relatively easy, as they would inevitably follow the herd in order to sate their bellies. Michelle had been forced to return to the present to acquire a few last minute supplies needed to pull off the plan, but after that, everyone was ready to begin the rescue.

Cautiously, Michelle used an atv to move ahead of the herd alongside Tristan. Once they were ahead of the herd, they hastily set up the portal and some bait, then waited for their quarry to come closer. Once the herbivores were close enough, the portal activated, causing the horn-heads to come to a complete halt. The sudden appearance of the rift in time had upset the creatures, who prepared to turn around...at least until they heard a sound they very much wanted to hear.

The sound of running water.

It had been easy for the team to put the sound of water on their phones, and coupled with some extra gear from the camera crew, they were able to broadcast the sound so that the herbivores would hear it and assume that there was water on the other side of the portal, which, to be fair, there was. Such a sound was something the herbivores could not ignore, and after a moment of hesitation, they began to march toward, and then through, the portal, as did their raptor companions.

The albertosaurs were less willing, though - they were immediately suspicious of the strange light, and the sound of water, though enticing, did little to assuage their fears. Yet as they prepared to back away, the predators heard the sound of branches snapping behind them - many branches, in fact. Many creatures were making their way toward the predators, and they were doing nothing to hide their presence.

Of course, that was the point.

Slowly, like something out of a horror movie, the shapes of the rest of the team emerged from the forest. Whilst their clothes were rather drab, their faces and arms were covered in vibrant colors, including practically every color in the rainbow. In their hands, meanwhile, were sticks, camera microphones, flags, and other long and somewhat pointy and menacing looking objects. To another human, such a look would've come off as ridiculous, and indeed, the team struggled not to laugh at their own appearance. To the saurian predators, however, said appearance was incredibly unnerving - here were unknown creatures whose bodies were brightly colored, wielding strange tools thye could not comprehend, moving in tight formation, and looking them right in the eyes. These were creatures that were intelligent, likely to be very dangerous...and interested in challenging the tyrannosaurs.

The tyrant dinosaurs knew better than to try and fight against the unknown carnivores. Thus, with some reluctance, they retreated through the portal.

Their mission complete, the team followed the theropods into the present.

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Later that day, the new arrivals were adjusting well to the modern day. The ankylsoaurs were resting beneath trees, the tyrannosaurs fighting over carcasses and tires, and the ceratopsians and tiny raptors gulping down as much water as they could.

Michelle, meanwhile, was back at the Dryptosaur Exhibit, alongside Tristan, watching as the female tyrant she'd been attempting to bond with explored her exhibit again, now with a cast around her leg.

"She tolerate you now?" questioned the heir of Saurus.

"I think so."

"...You ever think up a name for her?"

"I did, actually: Leila."

"Leila...you referring to that painting?"

"Leaping Laelaps?"

Tristan merely nodded.

"Yep. That is exactly what I am referring to."

"I see. Well, good luck on bonding."

"Thanks."

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Next time, the team travels back Seventy Five Million Years and come face to face with the dinosaur that changed how we thought about their parenting skills...

(Shot of the team walking with a herd of hadrosaurs)

...Whilst facing off against the ancestors of T. rex...

(Shot of the team facing off against a group of tyrannosaurs, one of which tries to attack a juvenile hadrosaur with an obviously injured leg)

….and back at the park, Bob has to help some ceratopsians blow off some steam.

(Shot of Bob using the triceratops tractor to joust with a Crittendenceratops)

All next time on Prehistoric Park: The Beasts of Two Medicine.

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AN: Alright, first off, rescue list:

Crittedenceratops: 21 males, 23 females, 6 calves

Dynamoterror: 3 males, three females

Aletopelta: 4 males, 5 females

Invictarx: 7 males, 7 females

Richardoestesia: 9 males, 7 females

Indeterminate Albertosaur (will be referred to as Crittendentyrannus): 6 males, 6 females

Assume the tyrannosaurs thought the team was poisonous and that the camera crew was also joining in on the zombie-march-esque scene.

And before you ask, Leila is a reference to the Charles R. Knight painting Leaping Laelaps, which shows tow Dryptosaurus (at the time called Laelaps) in battle.

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