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Storm had been on his own for seasons. He had gone to the Labs alone, curious about the rumors he’d been hearing and in search of the new sights. He had expected he would leave alone, venturing back out into the world with only his lingering scent and tracks to say he’d ever been there. Except he hadn’t. On his way out he’d heard a hatchling’s cry, and found a lone albertosaurus surrounded by the remnants of a metal nest and fading scent. Alone, abandoned… Storm had left the Labs with the tiny thing into the harsh reality of the aftermath, naming him Hotaru as they settled for the night under the shelter of a dying tree. Food had been decimated, Storm came to realize quickly. In the surrounding area of the Labs, as dinosaurs poured from the Labs, resources were even scarcer. He looked down at Hotaru as the hatchling cuddled close to him, soft downy feathers brushing against his bare skin. They would need food. Hatchlings couldn’t go long without, and even he had been making do on