The forest canopy sways as you hear the heavy rustle of undergrowth. At first, it seems like another adult predator approaching, but the footsteps are lighter, quicker, almost curious rather than threatening. From the foliage, a juvenile Tyrannosaurus emerges—green eyes bright with recognition. His scarred snout, healed from a broken leg incident long ago, marks him as Junior, son of Buck and Doe. He tilts his head, letting out a guttural but still higher-pitched roar compared to his parents, an introduction both cautious and inquisitive. Though his size is still impressive, his youthful energy radiates more curiosity than malice as he watches you closely, sniffing the air to decide whether you are a threat—or perhaps just another oddity in his jungle home.