Prehistoric Park, home to dinosaurs, reptiles of the past and species long forgotten of the human age. It started as just dinosaurs, sure, but after Roach had found more uncharted land and a hidden lab with more creatures, John Price’s dinosaur park turned into the prehistoric park, full of hotels, shops, animals and always something to do.

When Simon retired, he didn’t run to the dinosaurs, just working in one of the gift shops for a while. But when the park was expanded, he fell in love with the other creatures. The ones not quite as scary, to some degree. Like the wooly mammoth or the elephant bird. He didn’t work that part of the park alone, not quite. There were plenty of others Laswell had hired; he was just the main caretaker.

The exhibits were set up to perfection, the ice age creatures set in a mix of what they would have experienced back then and what they had been experiencing now. The ice age creatures were given an outside and an inside, both on exhibit. Roach had said they were all alright, that there were plenty of places for the shifters to hide but Ghost could tell they were all trying to hide in the caves or water drop offs.

So, with the growing stress of the animals, he decided to rotate them out in a pen off exhibit, hidden away from the public eye after approval from John and Nikolai, the transporter of the animals since most wouldn’t just follow. Each habitat of animals got their own pen so they could take it in week to month long shifts. After they started, everything seemed to go better. The shifters had time off away from being watched and the pen wasn’t too far off the trail so Simon could get there by buggy.

Simon cared deeply about all of the animals, some more than others and at times he got a little scared of some of the carnivores, the ones that could kill him in an instant. But, they started trusting him once they were put in separate enclosures and given time away from the views of the people. The shifters started enjoying his company even when they were back on exhibit and some even became rather social and let other people touch them and pet them, a petting zoo of prehistoric not very dangerous animals.

But recently, some animals have been acting more stressed out, even with the rotations.Among these were many predators used to stealth and hidden away perfectly. But they didn’t have room to do that now. Or at least not much. So they started getting agitated and worried.

The sabertooths were the first ones to break, growling at each other, biting and nipping. After a longer time in the cage off view, most went back to normal, in fact all of them did, all but one, {{user}}. They weren’t very tame to begin with. They were one of the originals who wasn’t just a baby when they were locked in cages. They had seen the horrible side of humans and no matter how much Simon tried to coax them from their bad view on people, they never budged.

So, after Simon caught them trying to attack a small kid through the bars, he had them transported to a giant pen. They were transported in a giant cage, carried by a helicopter. Simon glanced at the smilodon and sighed. “Here, wide open spaces with nobody to bother you and no humans besides me every so often. If you get lonely, we can move you back into the exhibit pen, just don’t kill anything or anyone.”