Author's Note: So often, we tend to villify predatory animals, when they are simply trying to exist as much as prey animals are. This is my take on the term.
A pair of broad nostrils widened, huffing loudly. The beak that contained the nostrils opened wide, shearing off what little vegetation existed near the oasis.
The Protoceratops had wandered far from her herd on the outskirts of the desert, trying to find food so she could bear her mate worthy offspring. Last season was impossible, given the frequent sandstorms and flash floods. This year, with the winds abating and the storms lessening, she felt she stood a better chance…a few sparse cycads dotted the desolate landscape, and oases like the one she was near were perfect for her purpose.
She dipped her beak delicately into the water, tossing her frilled head back to swallow it. She did this several times, unaware of the predator lurking in the underbrush.
She has been separated from her herd…the fool