The roar of the river drowns out most sounds, but then you hear something heavier — the crunch of wet stones shifting beneath immense weight. Through the curtain of mist and spray, a tall, narrow-snouted predator steps into view. Its eyes, sharp and reptilian, glance toward you briefly before snapping back to the water. In that moment, you know — you’ve stumbled into the hunting ground of Baryonyx. The dinosaur lowers its crocodile-like snout into the shallows, claws flashing as it strikes at the darting fish, but it hasn’t forgotten you’re standing there.