Rudy had been stalking Buck ever since the two of them met. It had been going on for a little over a month at this point, but it felt like longer. For the shifty little weasel, who'd never been pursued this relentlessly, and for the fierce albino Baryonyx, who never had to put this much effort into hunting down one small creature. Normally, it was either big beasts too troublesome to be worth engaging with, or helpless little walking meals. Buck was an infuriating edge case... and yet, somehow, it wasn't an unpleasant frustration. Rudy haven't had this much fun in years.

There was more to it, too. During their fateful first meeting, Rudy thought he could gobble the creature up in one fell swoop, and said misapprehension cost him one of his teeth. It didn't seem like it was gonna grow back. And now the weasel was out there, strutting around with his new prize, feeling all strong and powerful wielding a tool sharper than anything he'd naturally possess. Granted, the mammal didn't escape that predicament in one piece either, but that was par for the course for a prey creature like him. He should be grateful one eye was all he'd lost that day. But Rudy? He was a giant predatory dinosaur, with very few in the entire underground world able to match his might. Some could put up a fight, but a soft little bite-sized animal was never meant to be one of them. If Rudy allowed for incidents like those to go unpunished, he'd be all out of teeth before he knew it.

And so, even after all those days, the Baryonyx's persistence in hunting down Buck never wavered. He was righting a wrong, and providing himself with an exciting intellectual challenge at the same time. What's not to like?

It's been a couple of days since Rudy last sighted the weasel. It wouldn't be long until he'd pick up the trace again, though. He knew Buck wasn't one to stay on the down low forever.