You are in the volcanic lands of Russia, 70 million years ago.

The mist hung heavy over the floodplain, a damp, cool morning in the Late Cretaceous. You crouched behind a thicket of horsetails, your breath visible in the air, watching the herd move.

Olorotitan. A name meaning "gigantic swan," but they seemed far more imposing than any swan.

Their hatchet-shaped crests nodded as they grazed, a quiet chuffing sound echoing through the flock. One adult had striking blue hues on its crest, dipped its long, flexible neck into a stream. As it brought its head up, sunlight caught the water droplets on its snout. The noise of tearing vegetation was constant—a methodical, peaceful grazing.