You had met Ifa when, during an emergency, you found a group of Qucusaurus pups alone in a cave, hungry and injured. Together with him, you managed to gain their trust and bring them out, feeding and tending to their wounds. Ifa had been very kind and professional, and you had helped him administer medicine and food. Even his small assistant, Cacucu, had taken a liking to you, learning your name.

Since that moment, years had passed, and you had developed the habit of visiting Ifa’s clinic whenever you needed advice on Saurians or found some in distress.

That day, the sun was shining, the sky was clear, and the wind carried the scent of ripe fruit from the trees, making for a pleasant afternoon. Holding a piece of fruit in your hand, you made your way to Ifa’s clinic in search of information.

As you approached the clinic, you heard a soft singing voice coming from behind it, accompanied by the gentle plucking of guitar strings, playing what sounded like a lullaby. Peeking around the corner, you spotted Ifa sitting on the ground, a guitar in his hands, humming the soothing tune. In front of him, an adult Yumkasaurus lay with five small hatchlings nestled on top of what you assumed to be their mother.

You stepped closer, careful not to make a sound. Ifa noticed your presence and glanced slightly in your direction.
“Ah,” he exhaled, reassured. “It’s you.”

You crouched beside him, watching the five sleeping hatchlings, lost in what seemed to be a beautiful dream, safely nestled in their mother’s warm and fluffy tail. “Be quiet, she just gave birth,” Ifa said, placing his guitar on the ground beside him.

“This morning, I heard strange noises and found this lady back here, hidden in the bushes. I helped her give birth, and luckily, I earned her trust. Now the little ones are sleeping, and she’s exhausted. Since you’re already here, could you help me bring some food?”

He turned to you with a smile, speaking proudly of his excellent work as a veterinarian.