The sail-backed carnivore sunk its teeth into a fish, swiftly tearing the carcass to shreds. As Soon as it had decapitated the corpse, it began to wolf down chunks, eager to stuff its maw. Nearby, strange bipeds watched, occasionally throwing in a smaller fish for the synapsid to feast upon.

Only once she was at last full did the female Dimetrodon seek shade - she was warm enough, and some relief from the heat would be much appreciated. Nearby, some of her herbivorous cousins fed on cycad leaves, taking care to keep themselves separate from her.

The female pelycosaur had been perplexed by the change in surroundings, but hunger had forced her onwards - the shark she had wolfed down earlier was barely enough to sate her gullet. Now, though, she had had her fill, and could take some time to assess her new home in detail.

The first thing she noticed were the wall of trees around her. These trees were very different form what she was used to - they were narrower, for starters, and all roughly the same width and height. Stranger still, they were all bare of bark and limbs, and if she was looking correctly of the base of one of them, they were also bare of roots.

The sudden sight of a carcass falling to the ground in a nearby clearing caught the female sphenacodont's attention. She watched as the corpse was dragged to the center of the clearing, then apparently abandoned by the strange biped. She started looking for a way to sneak over and snatch up the morsel.

Then It showed up.

It was a strange creature - a long legged and long tailed biped, with strange forelimbs ending in three claws. It stood tall enough to look some of the other bipeds in the eyes. It was covered in some fluffy moss-like stuff, which did nothing to dissuade from Its imposing physique. Most interesting of all, though, It had a large, curved claw on the innermost function toe of each foot.

Silently, the female sail back hoped she would never be forced to fight with It over anything. She knew she would lose - easily.

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South scarfed down the carcass as fast as possible, occasionally glancing up from her meal to see if another creature was watching her. She hadn't had veal in over a week, and the mere scent of the meat was driving her crazy.

The sound of earth being launched into the air turned her attention toward a nearby pen. There, a sail backed carnivore was watching her, curiosity and fear present on her face. The raptor paid her a moment's notice, before going back to gorging herself - she needed to sate her hunger.

Today was cleaning day for her exhibit, and she hoped the humans would change it up too much. She liked all the bones in there!

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Some distance away, the security team were busy trying to fish out another new arrival - one of the last remaining hybrids in the park had been located, and it was time to put it in a proper exhibit. Carefully, the security teams readied up the bait and the trap. Hopefully, it would work.

Steeling themselves, the team opened up the trap, and waited.

Minutes passed by, until, at last, their target emerged. Red and purple in coloration, the sail backed predator ambled toward the meat, eager to devour it. A minute later, a second sail back joined it, and after a moment of hissing, the two entered the trap, hunger outweighing caution. Seconds later, both were caught.

"Good job, team!" commended Bob, happy to succeed in catching their target. "Now to get their...I guess we can call them their parents."

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Back in the past, the team had, for the most part, decided to move on, continuing their search for more animals to rescue. Above them, griffinflies flitted about, searching for smaller insects to feast upon. Though the Age of the Insects was over, the griffinflies are still able to dominate the air. Indeed, flying insects would remain colossal until the Triassic, when reptiles would begin to take to the skies. The arrival of the pterosaurs would be the death-knell of the giant insects, and although some would reach amazing sizes, the time of the giant terrestrial arthropods would be over, never to return.

"Those are Meganeuropsis, right?" asked Lucas, who had taken a brief moment to stop and sketch the giant dragonfly relatives.

"Yep. They're some of the largest dragonfly relatives to have ever lived - even the Meganeura at the park don't as big as these bad boys," replied Sean, also watching the giant bugs with interest.

"Nice. So what do they eat?"

"Mostly smaller bugs - there weren't many other giant flying insects around."

"I see...were there any giant flying insects that ate plants?"

"Some, yes," answered Elise. "Those were the Paleodictyopterans."

"Cool. So what did they...look...like..."

"Basically, like a stick insect, but with four wings, two little winglets in front of the first wings, and beaked mouthparts. Why did you ask?"

When Lucas did not respond, the team came to a halt and look toward him...to find him trying not to move as a an insect matching the exact description Sean had given crawled up his arm. Nearby, several more of the bugs were resting on a tree.

Wordlessly, Lucas turned his gaze from the bug toward Nigel. Catching the teen's intention, Nigel quickly readied the portal. When it whirred to life, the team hastily broke out nets and caught every last one of the insects. A moment later, they captured the griffinflies they had observed earlier, who had descended toward them when the aerial predators had caught sight of the six-winged fliers. In their haste to glut themselves, the dragonfly lookalikes had failed to consider the humans as threats, now, they paid for that mistake with their freedom.

A moment later, the giant flying arthropods were sent into the present, where they would find a new strange world, one no longer inhabited by giant insects...at least, for the moment. The fliers' reproductive instincts would soon change that.

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