Chapter 4: Recuperation

 It's hard knowing that your mother is gone. A young Troodon understands this on a rocky cliff.
 I sat there. On Sky Point Cliff. I felt the cool breeze whip my feathers around. The calls of Feathered Fliers was soothing. I closed my inner eye lids and rested. I could see the world outside, but was in a sleep like trance. I missed my mother quite a lot. Just the sight of three Sky Giants A mother her child and her mate made me sad. But there was no need to mourn. What was done was done. How dangerous the world was, a deadly place where Brawn Skull can come in and kill your family. Thankfully that didn't happen. I could here him in the distance, roaring. Probably off, chasing bigger more valuable game. I now knew how it felt to be the hunted. 
 I chewed on my ginkgo leaves and enjoyed the rich, sweet juices that it emitted. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around so quickly, it took me a while to realize that it was my father. He got the worst end of the attack, besides death. He had lost a bit of his tail and his dagger claw on the left foot. He was partially blind in the right eye. He had lost his prime.
 "You know... we're lucky son" was his introduction.
 "What do you mean?"
 "To start things off, we aren't dead, thank Sauria. You broke some bits here and there. I broke my tail and claw and now am blind in one side. Saiyki broke his finger and ruffled his feathers."
 "The point is?"
 "Be thankful. You could have ended up like your mother. It was definitely not our friendliest encounter with Brawn Skull."
 "And his mate sure made a great first impression. I think she liked Sausage" I joked.
 "I had the same impression."
 "What do we do now, dad?"
 "We recuperate."

 The pack had lost six individuals, three of which were our best hunters. Many were in mourning. The Chicken Medic that cared for Sausage in his final moments was nowhere to be found. Long Legs were coming in and out of the territory, guards having to chase them out or kill them for food. They could sense the pack was a little off guard. A neighboring pack, the Weaving Gorge came in to give us presents and cheer us up. At the end of the night, daybreak was appearing, we were all recuperating...