Jurassic World: Return to Isla Nublar – Chapter 40: Escape from Ceratosaurus
A/N: As to be expected, I'll be finishing up the Ceratosaurus scene in this chapter. But there will also be some other unexpected situations in the story. Get ready, because one of our teams is going to run into a creature we have seen in quite a while. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Jurassic Park except the very characters I've made up.
The hideous roar of the hungry Ceratosaurus came from behind as Levine and the rest of his group ran through the grassy semi-arid plains. He didn't dare look back, but his gut told him that the carnivorous theropod was not far behind them. This wasn't the 6-7 ton predator Levine faced when he was running from a Tyrannosaurus; this lethal killing machine was a one-ton terrible lizard – being lighter, it could run faster and quicker than T. rex.
"It's coming closer!" Halley exclaimed at the top of her lungs.
"I know that!" Levine snapped.
Alright, we can do this, Levine told himself. Despite knowing better, he glanced back and gasped in fright – the dinosaur was no more than a few strides away! It was much closer than he thought! They'd never all survive . . . unless . . .
"Follow my lead, guys!" Levine exclaimed. As the Ceratosaurus neared its prey, Levine jinked to the right and the others followed. The dinosaur growled as it barely missed the slowest two members of the group – Tim and Kailey.
Emitting a deep bellow, the dinosaur changed direction and was back on the hunt. The monster's teeth glinted in the harsh sunlight as it quickly got closer to its intended victims. Its approach alerted Levine.
"Left!" he shouted. The group obeyed and again the Ceratosaurus fell for the trick. It snarled angrily. Realizing that it was dealing with prey much smarter than it usually tried catching. If Levine and the others could keep this behavior up, the beast would tire.
The dinosaur tore after its prey yet again. Soon, it was approaching and Levine shouted for the group to shoot to the right.
We can't keep up this jinking, Levine thought. One of us is going to die if he doesn't give up.
"Around that outcrop!" Kailey shouted. She pointed toward a large boulder ahead of them; it was so large that they couldn't see what was on the other side of it. Levine knew it wouldn't keep the dinosaur off their tails for long, but anything they could put between them and the theropod would be an improvement.
They reached the rock and ran around it to see a trio of smallish sauropods.
"Long necks!" Lex exclaimed. "Maybe the Ceratosaurus will attack them instead of us."
Levine said, "They're Brachiosaurus – they must be juveniles since they're only about a third the size of the adults."
The Ceratosaurus quickly rounded the corner and growled loudly. Levine's group gasped and began to slowly back up toward the Brachiosaurus.
The Brachiosaurus didn't like the appearance of the predatory dinosaur. They began to bellow and moan at the approaching creature. Since they weren't full-grown, their calls didn't sound as deep or earthshaking as they would when the animals were older.
Ceratosaurus roared at the Brachiosaurus in return. The three juvenile sauropods came forward a few steps and the center one reared up to look as menacing as possible.
"Wow!" Kailey exclaimed. She quickly slipped out her camera and snapped a photograph.
Tim said, "We should get out of the center of this confrontation." He and the others went by a large boulder, out of the way of the two dinosaur species.
Once comfortable, Kailey uttered, "Forget pictures." She turned the camcorder setting on and began filming all the action.
The Ceratosaurus made a strange half growl/half cackle sound (A/N: The one heard when Ceratosaurus is first seen in JP III). In return, the Brachiosaurus bellowed. The two to the sides began to stomp their behemoth feet. All three of them whipped their tails around behind them, ushering a warning to the Ceratosaurus. The Brachiosaurus in the center made a high-pitched roar again and slightly moved its front legs which dangled in the air – on each front foot was a sharp toe claw; the claw faces forward and is unlike that of a raptor, and it's used for defense instead offense.
Knowing there was noway he could successfully kill a trio of juvenile Brachiosaurus due to his relatively small size, the carnivore growled again and began slowly backing away. As the juvenile brachio on his hind legs dropped to all fours, the Ceratosaurus took a final look at his ex-prey and walked swiftly away and out of sight.
Once the theropod was gone, the Brachiosaurus went back to normal and shook the dust off their bodies.
Lex smiled at Kailey. "You got some good photos right?"
"Photos? I recorded video footage!"
Levine said, "You did? No way! That's cool!"
Halley looked at the others and sighed. "Who would even want to bring these creatures back to life anyway . . . seems like whoever encounters them is running for their life sooner than later."
"Well, they were supposed to be in cages," Lex told her. "Remember?"
"Oh, yeah. What was that dinosaur called again?"
"Ceratosaurus nasicornis," Tim answered. "I don't think this semi-arid habitat can support a population of Tyrannosaurus rex. Ceratosaurus is probably the apex predator of this region of the island."
"Fine with me as long as it's not hunting me."
Levine continued. "It's kind of amazing actually. This is another important part of our study: not only have dinosaurs survived here along with other native animals, but they've also conquered other habitats! That indicates that–"
"Blah, blah, blah," Halley interrupted. "Who cares what survived and what didn't? All I want to do is get out of here!"
"Well, you may not care, but we're actually researching this stuff. As I was saying, the dinosaurs have actually been able to conquer different environments other than the jungles."
"Since Sorna's bigger," Tim began, "maybe there's an even larger variety there."
"That's a possibility."
Lex asked, "What are we going to do now?"
Levine looked thoughtful. "Well . . . I'm not sure. I guess we should just head into the same direction we've been heading in."
Suddenly, one of the Brachiosaurus juveniles bellowed and the three of them started leaving the immediate area. They appeared to be heading east based on the position of the sun.
Levine smirked. "I've got it! We can follow the sauropods!"
"But they're heading in a different direction from the one we were heading in," Kailey argued. "We were heading south."
"True, but I'd rather go slightly off course than risk another run-in with Ceratosaurus."
With that, the group got up and followed after the lumbering sauropods.
Eric, Kelly, Stanley and ten armed soldiers strode out into a large grassy clearing where they saw a large flock of ostrich-like dinosaurs.
"Gallimimus," Eric breathed.
The flock looked up nervously and squawked in surprise.
"I saw some of these dinosaurs on Sorna," Kelly told Eric.
Stanley nodded. "They sort of remind me of antelope back in Africa."
"Yes, they do sort of behave a bit like gazelle don't they? Think we'll find the research team soon, Eric?"
"Of course we will. If we don't randomly bump into them, we have Plan B: Stanley."
"Hope you guys have a Plan C," Stanley said, "because I have lost the trail."
"What?"
"Yes, I'm afraid I lost it momentarily. I lost it a few yards or so back; I thought I might be able to relocate it if we went just a little bit further, but I'm not so sure. I will start scouting around and see if I can relocate it."
Eric nodded and Stanley started scanning the immediate area to see if he could relocate any signs of the team. Three soldiers followed him.
Eric and Kelly looked back at the Gallimimus flock scattered out over the plain – they moved their beaked heads through the grass, looking for food.
"What do you reckon they're eating?" Kelly questioned.
Eric answered, "No one's really sure what ornithomimid's in the fossil record ate. Some believe they were omnivores, others believe they ate only a vegetarian diet, while others think some species ate aquatic invertebrates. InGen's specimens weren't too different from the fossil ones, so they probably had a similar diet. These guys are eating plant material and insects at the moment."
Some of the Gallimimus moved about with their arms touching the ground to support their forward-leaning bodies. After they got a mouthful of food, the creatures leaned their heads back and gulped it down. Then they went back to foraging. Kelly grimaced as one Gallimimus caught what looked like a beetle grub and ate it.
Stanley finally found the team once again, but that wasn't the only thing that caught his attention. He shook his head at what he found near the outskirts of the jungle – several large footprints overlapping the human footprints as they led further into the plains. The feet that made the tracks were bird-like and so large that they could only have been one animal – Tyrannosaurus rex. I fear they might have been prey for a Tyrannosaurus, he thought. Hope they survived. There's only one way to find out!
Stanley started following the trail and it led him further into the plain. As he approached a Gallimimus, the creature shrieked in his direction.
"Whoa, Mon! It's OK!" Stanley said. The Gallimimus didn't seem to buy what Stanley was saying and continued to watch him.
One of the soldiers with him inquired, "Should I shoot?"
"No, it's not hunting. I don't think it's even acting aggressively. It's probably just curious. We need to keep moving." So he continued past the dinosaur. Smaller Gallimimus – babies – darted away as Stanley passed by.
After several minutes of following and tracking the different set of footprints he found around the area, Stanley believed he had a scenario for what happened here. He went back to Eric and Kelly to report his findings.
"What's up?" Eric asked. "Did you find out what happened to the team?"
"Yes," Stanley answered. "This area's not real good for preserving footprints, but I was able to determine what probably happened. They entered these plains and found themselves among a herd of large dinosaurs – based on the tracks and number of individuals that must have made them I'm guessing an herbivorous dinosaur species. Then their pace quickens after they enter the herd and that's probably when Tyrannosaurus exits the jungle and attacks. And I found tracks that suggest another T. rex attacked! There must have been a massive stampede as the herbivores run from the killer; the research team are probably amongst the great herbivores. Then the T. rex pair chases the group into the forest. One of the seven sets of human tracks disappear near the edge of the jungle, so I'm assuming that he might not have made it."
Kelly gasped. "Oh no . . . could you tell it was male or female?"
Stanley shrugged. "Like I said, this area's not very good for making footprints, let alone preserving them. I have no idea."
"I hope they survived somehow."
"Where do the tracks go next?" Eric asked.
"They go further back into the jungle, and then the same number of tracks go back this way, into the field and into the jungle at the other side of the field."
"What were they trying to do?" Kelly inquired. "Trying to get lost?"
Eric sighed. "I don't know."
Before following Stanley, Kelly and the others into the jungle, he looked at his watch: it was 12:08 p.m.
Malcolm, Sarah, the pilot and the other soldier accompanying them, scanned inside of the shed for signs of human activity. The gate/door leading into the shed was closed once they arrived, yet once they were in they saw that several large bags of hay were slightly squished, suggesting they had been sat and/or lied on sometime not too long ago, otherwise the bags would have fluffed back out over time.
Malcolm grinned as he looked over at a candy machine. Upon noticing the broken window, he said, "Well, someone was desperately hungry."
"Could that have been our team?" the pilot asked.
Sarah shrugged. "It's possible. There's water in this candy machine too, so if they got thirsty enough, they might have tried to get at the water inside. Considering a few candy bars and water bottles are missing, it's likely either they or the Biosyn team did."
"I wish we knew how much human activity was caused by our team and Biosyn's team so we could easily track each group," Malcolm sighed.
"We're getting closer to finding out something," his wife reassured him. As she turned to exit, she noticed the soldier was missing. "Where's the soldier?"
"I'm back here!" a call cried from the side of the shed facing the river.
The "gang" went to the location of the sound and saw that the soldier was inspecting an air pump sitting just outside a miniature shed containing deflated rubber boats.
"Hey, I think I see where this is going," Malcolm stated. "I think we're getting somewhere here!"
The pilot winced. "I don't get it."
"OK, say we have an air pump just left sitting around for 20 years with no protection from the elements. What do you think would happen to the pump overtime?"
"It would rust," Sarah suggested.
"Exactly. It wouldn't just be rusting on the outside, it would rust pretty much every part of the contraption, making it hard to pump. It would be possible, of course, but nonetheless difficult. Watch."
Malcolm walked over to the air pump and after placing a strong grasp on the handle, he pumped the handle up and down with relative ease. He looked up at the others, grinning from ear to ear. "It would be a lot harder to pump than that if someone didn't use it before us, recently!"
"O-o-o-oh!" the soldier breathed. "I get it! Either one of the Biosyn teams or our research team pumped the air pump to inflate one of the boats and went downriver!"
"Right, and it wouldn't make much sense for someone to pump this thing for no apparent reason, as it would take great force to grind enough rust away from this gadget's interiors to get it to run relatively smoothly. So someone must have used it to inflate a boat . . . and that makes since considering one of the boats is missing."
"Great," Sarah began, "we're on the right track."
"This is wonderful!" the pilot exclaimed. "Now all we should have to do is follow the river downstream in the chopper and we should run into whoever had the boat, as they were probably headed to the sea. And they probably wouldn't have deflated the boat to take it with them."
"Exactly," Malcolm agreed. "Let's find our team!"
The trio of Brachiosaurus ambled along at a relatively swift pace – quite faster than the adults would typically move. Not far behind them, Levine, Tim, Kailey and the others followed.
"So, Levine," Lex started to ask, "I've been wondering why on earth these brachios would be out here in the semi-arid plains anyway. I mean, their kind eats tree leaves."
Levine nodded. "Right. I'm not sure why they're here at the moment. Sure there are plenty of scattered trees in this habitat, but it's a bit impractical for sauropods to live out here because the grove of trees are few and far between."
"Besides, a herd of Brachiosaurus would strip this area clean in a few days," Tim said. "There has to be another reason."
Halley looked back and noticed a familiar shape moving swiftly across the plains through the numerous clefts of grass – it was a relatively large dinosaur with a strong arms, sharply clawed feet and fingers, a long tail and – you guessed it – a three-crested head; the Ceratosaurus was back.
Halley squealed in fright, so loud that the others noticed.
"What's wrong with you now?" Rob questioned.
"The Sarah-saurus is back!"
The others looked over and to their dismay, say that Halley was speaking truthfully.
"Oh great," Levine groaned. As if that weren't enough, the Ceratosaurus wasn't alone – there was another one. One was slightly duller in coloration, suggesting that this new individual was a female. Suddenly, Levine's disappointment turned to delight. No way! he thought, I bet they're planning to hunt together! Maybe they're a mated pair! This is incredible! Levine came to a sudden stop and lifted his binoculars to his eyes for a closer look.
Tim tapped his shoulder. "Levine, I'd love to study the dinosaurs too, but we've got to keep following the sauropods. Otherwise you'll be studying a dinosaur from the outside in!
Levine frowned and reluctantly continued walking. The Brachiosaurus had noticed the approaching Ceratosaurus too and quickened their pace. Levine's group and the Ceratosaurus pair were forced to do so as well. Levine didn't think that even a pair of Ceratosaurus would attack anything too close to three juvenile Brachiosaurus, so perhaps they were waiting for a straggler to fall or become to weakened to move on.
Lex rubbed her brow. "Phew! It's getting hot out here! What time is it, Tim?"
Tim checked his watch. "12:30 p.m.," he answered. "We were going to stop for a break around this time, but not with a pair of hungry Ceratosaurus on our trail!"
"Wow guys!" Kailey suddenly exclaimed. "Look over to the right!"
The others obeyed and gasped – while concentrating on Ceratosaurus, they'd failed to notice some even larger dinosaurs moving in the distance. They bore long necks with small heads on one end and a giant body on the other. They looked almost exactly like the Brachiosaurus they were following, but larger . . . way larger.
"It's Brachiosaurus!" Kailey continued. "I think it's a herd of them!"
The juvenile Brachiosaurus turned toward the herd and began calling out as they walked in their direction. Apparently, the adults heard the cries of the younger animals because they looked over in their direction and bellowed back in reply. Then they started walking toward the younger versions of their species.
The pair of Ceratosaurus saw the herd as well and stopped in their tracks. They growled to each other under their breaths, watching the herd get closer and closer. They knew that if they couldn't kill three Brachiosaurus juveniles, that they couldn't expect to take on a herd. Unlike their Jurassic contemporary, Allosaurus, these smaller carnivores wasn't designed for killing larger dinosaurs.
Finally, the two groups of sauropods met. Upon closer inspection, the adult Brachiosaurus were even larger than they looked from a distance . . . and even at a distance they were huge. There were nine adult individuals in the herd, and another two juveniles. The largest adults had quite lengthy necks that were over thirty feet high and must have stood 40-50 feet from head to toe above the tiny humans below them. With each step the behemoths took, tremors shook the earth. Their tails swayed from side to side, bearing a warning to the Ceratosaurus standing not too far away.
The great giants slowly approached the younger versions of themselves and Levine's group. The humans gasped in wonder at the great animals. They emitted loud and welcoming bellows to the younger creatures that echoed across the wilderness. The juveniles called back in reply.
"Levine," Halley began, "you said that this habitat couldn't support herds of brontosaurus out here."
"I never said that," Levine argued. "InGen never cloned brontosaurus because they never existed. These are Brachiosaurus; earlier, I said that this environment could not support a herd of Brachiosaurus. Like us, they're probably just passing through the area. Maybe they're traveling to their favorite feeding sites or nesting grounds."
A large member of the brachio herd approached the newcomers, sizing them up. After emitting an earthshaking roar, he allowed them to join the herd. The three juveniles eagerly accepted the offer and the lumbering yet graceful giants continued to plod onward.
"Well, it's follow them or be dino-food," Tim noted. The others agreed and started closely following the herd. The Ceratosaurus knew this was pointless, so they growled to each other and walked away, hoping to find another meal nearby.
The tall and wide cavern Grant, Dr. Sorkin, the Lexico soldiers and Taylor were traversing through was slightly darker than the portion of the more coastal part of the cavern. This was because the skylights above them were smaller than before. However, it was still light enough for them to see without a flashlight. The chirping and squawking sounds of birds
"How long do you reckon these tunnels go, Dr. Sorkin?" Taylor wondered.
Dr. Sorkin replied, "I have no idea. These tunnels were, as far as I know, unused by InGen. The network tunnels are even further underground."
"And that's not where we want to go," Ryan added. "You don't suppose Troodon live in here do you?"
"They could, but they wouldn't be out now anyway. They're nocturnal hunters."
"Lions are typically nocturnal too," Grant reminded her. "They still often hunt in the daylight hours."
"True, but Troodon are strictly nocturnal. Their eyes can't stand much light."
Soldier #1 looked at his surroundings. He winced and said, "Do those bird sounds seem rather loud?"
"Nope," Ryan answered quickly. "Just keep walking along if you please. I'm tired of being underground. I'd like to be on dry land preferably."
Grant sighed and stared at his feet as he walked . . . and he noticed a the bowl-shaped object lying on the ground. It was about nine inches across and seemed to be made up of mainly sticks, leaves and a sticky fluid that held it firmly together. It looked strangely familiar to him . . . he bent down to get a closer look.
Ryan and the others had continued walking past Grant. They stopped when they noticed the paleontologist was eying something on the cave floor. "You frozen back there, Grant? Come on, we've got to keep moving."
At first, Grant didn't respond. He slowly picked up and handled the bowl-like object in his hands. Finally, it occurred to him when and where he'd seen something like this before.
"I've seen these before . . ." Grant breathed in utter amazement, "at our dig site in Montana."
Upon hearing this, the others rushed over to see what Grant had found. Dr. Sorkin looked curiously at the object.
"Looks like a nest of some sort," she uttered.
"Exactly," Grant said in agreement. "We've uncovered over a dozen of these nests in Montana, and we weren't sure what made them."
"Looks kind of like a cave swallow's nest," Taylor stated. The others looked up at her in surprise.
"What do you know about cave swallows?" Grant asked.
Ryan asked another question. "What is a cave swallow? Is that like a swallow that lives in caves, or is it one of those animals who's name doesn't reflect what it actually is." (A/N: Ryan was referring to animals such as prairie dogs, sea horses and starfish; animals who's names are misleading, as prairie dogs aren't dogs, sea horses aren't horses and starfish aren't fish at all.)
"Cave swallows are, as their name suggests, swallows, but they live in caves," Taylor explained in an expert-like tone of voice. "We had to do a report of them for school. Cave swallows construct their nests – which are made completely out of saliva – on the high walls of caves. They're kind of like the bird versions of bats, except they don't hang upside down and they come out in the daytime."
Grant nodded his head in approve. Maybe Taylor's more useful than she seems at first glance . . . and second, third and fourth glance.
"It's a bit different from a cave swallow nest, though," Taylor continued, "since they're made completely of saliva."
Soldier #2 grimaced. "That's disgusting."
"Not in some countries. Some people in . . . I think it's Asia . . . they consider cave swallow nests a delicious delicacy. In fact, they have to harvest loads of them to meet the demands. No different from swallowing your own spit."
"Yes it is – it's from another organisms mouth!"
"Anyway," Grant said, "I'm pretty sure that this is the same type of nest we have at our Montana dig site and we're not sure what it's from. The dig site never used to be a cave, so it probably wasn't cave swallows."
"Well, there are really only two possibilities," Dr. Sorkin went on to say. "They're either the nests of bats or pterosaurs, and it would have to be a small pterosaur considering the size of the nest. I bet that nest fell from near the roof of the cave or from one of they skylights."
Just then, a small creature plummeted to the ground from above and landed a few yards away from the group. It had a large head and wings and its entire wingspan was no more than five inches – the creature's body was about the size of a mouse. Dr. Sorkin gasped when she saw it.
"I think it's a small pterosaur," she whispered. After slowly approaching it, one of the pterosaurs eyes opened and it began to emit a loud shrieking sound. "It's alive!"
Ryan glanced up at the cave ceiling; the light from the skylights made it difficult to see what was up there. Still, he was able to tell it was a long way up! "How'd that little thing survive that drop? That's got to be several tens of feet high!"
"Smaller animals can often survive falls like that better than humans can."
Suddenly, a flapping sound. The group looked upward to see a larger (but still small) bat-like reptile zoom from the high walls of the cave and toward the pterosaur on the ground. Dr. Sorkin stepped back as the creature landed on all fours next to the baby and sniffed it. Then it looked up in the direction of the humans and revealed the needle-sharp teeth in her jaws. At that moment the rest of the creature's body looked strangely familiar to the group, and they didn't particularly like their first encounter with the creature . . .
"We've seen that pterosaur before . . ." Grant breathed, "Anurognathus!"
"I've never seen it before," Ryan told him.
"We ran into them while in the Visitor Center."
The Anurognathus opened her toothy jaws and began to utter a loud piercing call and before long the whole cave was filled with the same sound. Soldier #1 got his flashlight out and shined the beam toward the high walls of the cave – the cave walls were littered with nooks and crannies that contained nests of the small pterosaurs; they had bumped into the Anurognathus nesting grounds! As the pterosaurs cried out in alarm, they leaped from their nests and into the air, forming a large flock of flying killers over 40 animals strong and as if they were one, they zoomed toward Grant's group at alarming speeds!
Not again! Grant thought. As he was about to tell the others to run back the way they came, he noticed a small exit at the end of the tunnel they were facing and light shined through it . . . perhaps they'd found daylight!
"Guys! This way!" he exclaimed. As the Anurognathus on the ground picked up the fallen baby and took it back to the nest, Grant's group ran as fast as they could to reach the end of the tunnel. The flock of pterosaurs above shrieked loudly as they continued to approach.
"I don't get it," Ryan said to Grant as they ran. "What's so bad about these guys? They're not that big!"
"They're like piranhas! Their sharp teeth and jaws are used to strip prey to the bone in a matter of minutes!"
The screeching pterosaurs could be heard behind the group. Just like a band of piranhas, their jaws were held wide open as they approached their prey. As solider #2 looked back, he noticed the animals were no more than a few feet behind him.
"Ahh!" he screamed as the flying monsters overtook him. They swarmed around as a few landed him and began to sink their teeth into his flesh.
"No!" Ryan exclaimed.
"Oh my gosh!" Taylor yelled. "They're going to eat him alive!"
"Oh no they're not!"
Quickly, Ryan fished a small can of pepper spray out of his pocket and yelled, "Close your eyes, solider!" before spraying the noxious chemical toward the attacking pterosaurs. A loud cry arose from the flock when the scent of the pepper spray reached their nostrils. The ones on soldier #2 took to the air and the entire flock flew back up to the safety of their nests.
Everyone stood in silence for several seconds, contemplating on what had just happened. Finally, the silence was broken by Taylor.
"How long have you had that spray? That could have been used before!"
Ryan shook his head. "Not really. It's a really small can. We would have used it all up the first night we arrived if I had used it then. Besides, once the dinosaurs get close enough for you to spray this stuff, it's already normally too late."
Soldier #2 looked up at his captain. "Thanks, captain Ryan."
Ryan nodded before looking in Grant's direction. "Where are we going now."
"Toward that light at the end of the tunnel," Grant answered. "I think that might be daylight."
Dr. Sorkin shook her head. "I don't think that's daylight, but let's go over there anyway, before the Anurognathus decide to come back."
The others nodded in agreement and began walking toward the end of the tunnel. Once reaching it, they found out that the light wasn't produced by the sun at all – before them was a wide river of molten lava that must have stretched quite a long way in either direction. To the group's left was the only they would be able to use to continue walking through the cave – a narrow, three-foot wide path of rock.
"Whoa!" Taylor exclaimed. "Lava! I've never seen lava aside from in books and on movies and stuff! This is so cool!"
"Is this island trying to stop us from getting home?" Ryan asked.
A/N: I must say, this must have been one of my favorite chapters to write! So how did you all like the Ceratosaurus and the return of the Anurognathus? I wanted Anurognathus to make at least two appearances in the story. Whether or not it will appear again, I'm not sure yet. Ceratosaurus however, will definitely reappear later in the story. If you haven't already, please be sure to check out my poll on my profile page and I'll see you all next week! R&r!