Nathan Free, Natalie Bound

There was a shadow in the air just before they appeared. A flash of silhouettes, foggy and indistinct, but big. And they were already in motion, charging even before they were fully fleshed out. The shadows bulked out, with heft and mass and scales, trampling feet and tossing horns, and a spiny spikey shield that protected the neck. There are many kinds of thunderbeast, but the individual types are mostly moot. The principle is always the same: stay out of their way and don't agitate them. Never be in front when they're charging. This variety of thunderbeast is a type that I used to know as "styracosaurus", I believe. This is the dinosaur whose bones I found in the forest yesterday, and have been attuning myself to for twenty-four hours. I don't have a full affinity to them yet. But it doesn't take much.