Korsak Yudi chirped as his packmates surrounded the lone protoceratops. Thunder rolled in the distance. He shrieked and leapt on the protoceratops. The rest of his pack followed, and the protoceratops kicked and bucked, then lay flat on the ground, dead. The pack feasted, and it started raining. Korsak growled as rain battered his feathers. He finished eating and moments later the pack finished. They raced back to their 'camp' which was a ditch with a small tree and a tiny waterhole. The waterhole was so small the pack has rationed it to 5 gulps a day. But now it would grow from the rain. Hopefully big enough to increase the ammounts of gulps they were allowed to take.