The sun shone fiercely in a dull blue sky, beating mercilessly down upon the vast network of deciduous forests and swamplands that nestled at the northern feet of the Sailback Mountains. Fed by a near-constant stream of glacial meltwater from the looming mountains, the Inzoki Marshes were able to stay relatively green and well-watered even during the height of Gondolend’s dry season; now, as the rainy season was getting underway, they were consumed with riotous verdure, drawing great herds of plant-eating dinosaurs to feed and mate. It was a dangerous time of year. Driven into a frenzy by their hormones, young bulls of many species were eager to vent their frustrations on anything they could find, and preoccupied with the primordial urge to continue their genetic legacy they become easy pickings for any predator with the patience to wait for an unguarded moment. Many bachelors would not live to see the start of the dry season.
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