The forest floor layed silent; it was in the middle of the day, as iluminated as it could get, and the air was hot and stagnated. Only the sound of insects were heard, and occasionally the eerie call of a larger animal. In the canopy the sound of wings was heard, followed by the shrieks of a long tailed pterosaur, who flew across the forest. It then hoovered above the ground like a kestrel, and diving it caught a mammal, it then took off again and landed in a nearby branch, feasting on the furry prey. The winged beast was being observed by a quite different animal, bipedal and covered in down, probably not any bigger than a chicken. The animal quickly returned to its activity of searching for insects and other small prey, picking them with its toothed jaws. The scaly legs revolved the ground foliage as it searched for prey, stoping its search for undergrowth snacks once it heard an alrming sound.
It was during the dry season, and the small animal, usually in the company of a flock, was