She yawned, content to enjoy the cool silence of morning watching her three young triceratops snore and kick through their early morning dreams.

Two-horn, slightly thirsty from the previous day’s drought and their long slumber, lapped up a large pool of dew that had gathered in a huge leaf in their shaded shelter of trees and undergrowth.

Reverie lasted only moments as she lifted her head in the air, sniffing at something foul approaching. Awakened by the same change in the air that alerted their mother, the three calves cooed worriedly and huddled underneath the safety of her immense torso.

Red-crown, the smallest of the three, began to grow restless as the tense minutes dragged on. Distracted by the steady, slow approach of a dinosaur much larger than she, Two-horn didn’t notice the runt wriggle away from her to start his own investigation.

He wandered to the edge of their shelter nosedly tracking a large beetle, oblivous that the ground shaking steps had now stopped.