The early morning sun filters through the dense canopy of ferns and conifers. From the shadows, a small herd of Iguanodon galvensis emerges, moving with deliberate caution. Strong, muscular hind limbs allow them to rise upright to browse higher branches, while their broad, beak-like mouths nip at low-lying vegetation. Each movement is purposeful, yet there is a grace in their foraging, a rhythm honed over millennia.