Lone Pup

I am The Mountain.

It is the Cretaceous,

long before you humans walked this Earth.

It is a time of high drama.

The Cretaceous Age is the climax of this mighty world.

I, The Mountain,

am Lord of all I survey.

I maintain the traditions

and the balance of life.

Life is hard.

The world is hard,

and only the strong survive.

But strength is not only

in tooth and claw and horn,

but in family and the bonds of herd and clan.

There are many different herds.

The herds need tending to keep them healthy and strong.

For that, I have the Mighty Shepherds.

The Tyrannosaurus,

Kings of this age,

Kings of all ages,

my clan,

the Angry Mountain Clan,

tend to my herds.

They are my Mighty Shepherds.

Keeping my herds healthy

by weeding out the weak and the sick.

Thus, ensuring that the clans' maintain

their family bonds and thus their strength.

The family is the strength of the herd

and of the shepherd alike.

Enough!

This shall not be!

Through pride you have disrupted the family

and the clan.

You shall not add to your crime.

This shall not be!

Let this be an end to strife.

The strength of the herds,

the strength of the clan is in family.

Without these ties,

all will wither and fail.

Pride must not rule.

This cannot be.

My clan cannot be divided.

Now as the cold sets in,

it's time to move South, my herds.

It's time to move South, my herds.

Do not be surprised

that there is respect

between Strong Jaw and Sharp Horn.

They are two great adversaries,

the greatest of this age.

Their pride merely killed them.

Yet, they have learned humility,

or at least so I thought in your father.

Learn from his mistakes, Little Lad.

I task you.

I am watching you, my Little Lad.

See that you do not disappoint me.

Foolish child,

do not mistake the herds of the prairie for cowards.

Have you forgotten the lesson

Sharp Horn gave your father?

Are you certain there is no chance?

Life.

Life!