Raptors of Isla Sorna

Death.

Polar's Pov.

1 year later.

As I went on my hunt, I came across two familiar scents. Slowly creeping forward, I came across four raptors.

One female was light green and one male was dark green. The brownish red male one seemed to be the light green female's mate.While the yellowish brown female seemed to be the dark green male's mate.

"Tooth, do you smell that?" The light green female asked. "Yes, it smells familiar. Doesn't it Claw?" Tooth asked.

Tooth? Claw? They are alive?! I then burst out of the bushes. They immediately got into a defensive position.

"Tooth? Claw? Is it really you? I thought you died!" I exclaimed. "Momma?" Claw cautiously asked.

"It really is you!" I warbled before nuzzling them both. "These must be your mates. Yes?" I asked inspecting their mates.

"Yes." Tooth admitted. "Come, you two must meet your younger siblings!" I excitedly exclaimed.

"You found dad?" Claw asked hopefully. "No, I have a new mate. His name is Red." I told them before leading them to the pack.

Them meeting the pack went well, along with meeting their younger siblings. It was almost like my family was whole again. Almost.

32 years later.

(I don't know if dinosaurs can live or did live to be 40 but whatever. No one said this story was accurate.)

Narrator speaking here.

"This Gerka, is the oldest death claw in our pack. She is your great, great, great grandmother, Polar." Traz told his daughter while pointing at Polar.

"Ekk!" Gerka shrieked before hiding behind her father. "She's not gonna hurt you." Traz tried to convince his daughter.

Traz picked up Gerka gently and carried her over to the old scarred female. Polar took a deep breath.

"Traz is that you?" Polar asked trying to look around with her one good eye, but she was going blind. "Yes Polar, it's me." Traz said gently.

"Who is the young one with you?" Polar asked kindly. "Your great, great, great granddaughter, Gerka!" Gerka said timidly.

"It's nice to meet you Gerka. What do you look like?" Polar asked her 3 greats granddaughter.

"I'm light green." Gerka told Polar happily. 'Just like her great, great grandmother, Claw.' Polar thought sadly.

"Thank you, Gerka." Polar told Gerka. "Come now Gerka, we have to go." Traz told his daughter. "Okay." Then they left.

"You're still alive?" A black and red male joked. "Yes, Fang. I am still alive." Polar smiled. "Did you know you are a great grandfather?" Polar asked her granddaughter's mate.

(At least I think it would be granddaughter. I could be wrong.)

"Yes, I have known for a few days know. I'll be back with your meal soon." Fang told Polar.

A few minutes later Fang returned with Polar's meal. Which she downed in seconds. When Fang left, Polar sighed.

She had outlived her brothers, sisters, mother, father, mates, and friends. Her grandchildren just weren't the same as having the family and friends she grew up with.

Polar was lonely, yes she had Fang to joke around with. But he didn't fill that lonely gap.

The next night was the celebration of Polar turning 40. "Come on Grannie Polar!" 5 young ones including Gerka shrieked while leading Polar through the jungle.

Once they got there, all of Polar's grandchildren where there. They all talked and Polar told many stories.

As the full moon was rising Polar started feeling sleepy and she was having trouble breathing. "My t-t-time is c-coming." Polar wheezed.

Her whole family gathered around her, looks of concern painted on their faces. "Mommy what's wrong with Grannie Polar?" Gerka asked her mother.

"She is dying sweetie." Gerka's mother told her gently. For a full three minutes Polar struggled to get as much air as she could into her lungs.

The full moon was almost at the top of the sky, Polar tried to get in one more breath. But she couldn't get it in. For the next minute she jerked around in agony.

As the full moon reached its final destination at the top of the sky, Polar's body couldn't take it anymore without air and shut down. Her body relaxed on the ground. The tension and pain leaving her face.

Her family let out a cry. The young ones didn't understand what was happening but sense their parents were crying they started crying as well.

Polar's spirit walked around her family, soaking in all of their features. "Don't cry, I'm not suffering anymore." Polar whispered, before she started walking up towards the full moon.

Her words rang out, being carried around on the wind. All of the dinosaurs, birds, and bugs knew the oldest dinosaur on the island had just died.