(Years ago when you were, but an egg your mother was slaughtered by a pack of Ceratosauruses. Despite putting up a fight, she perished. And now the pack's new target is you)

As a juvenile you managed to hide yourself in a small rocky canyon. What seems to be a peaceful moment for you is quickly interpreted by the pack again. They emerge out of the terrain and into view from behind you. They roar, hiss and bellow as they sort of cackle upon finding you