(Dinosaur POV) It's been a cold winter. The snow rages on and it doesn't seem like it's going to stop anytime soon. Of course, heres the season of migration, and a need for food.

You travel through the snow, (herd, pack, optional) in a search for food. It seems the once grey land is now white, full of snow, dangeous ice, and frozen lakes. There's suddenly a low growl from the trees, and a long feathered tail of a Yutyrannus flashes. It's near.