(Un)Natural Hybrids

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Roberta lumbered behind her mate, watching the Bull crawl upon the ground with all fours as he carried their newly hatched young between his gaping maw. The soft chirps could be heard from the hatchlings within, new eyes looking upon the world anew from the safety of their father's jaws, his teeth a serrated prison.

The world seemed to pass by their tiny eyes in a blur-and before the young hybrids knew it-the hot breath of their father was soon challenged by the coldness of something else.

Water.

The Bull waded within a nearby pond, neck craning to lower his head and turn his jaws into a tiny pool. The thrashing of his children within his mouth tickled, and he attempted to control them with his tongue. The chirps from his babies began to turn into panicked calls, the chicks unsure as to what the cold and strange thing was that was beginning to surround them.

Roberta's amber eyes did not leave her mate, her ears honed to the distressed calls of her young. Her clawed fingers flexed, and she shifted nervously, anxiously, from foot to foot in concern for her babies.

For the first time, Roberta did not know what to do.

She could not roar and scare the threat away, and she could not bite and crush the threat like flesh and bone.

It was made worse that the Queen did not understand what her mate was doing, but whatever it was, he seemed to know more on what to do than her.

A rumble riveted form her scaled throat, and the Tyrannosaur took a step forward from land, and into the water. It was an odd sensation, feeling the current flow around her clawed toes and make way for her greater form. If Roberta didn't like one thing about water-it was the cold. But she needed to endure the discomfort, however minor. Her babies were calling, and in her anxiety, she felt that she needed to be by their side, and at least see that they were safe.

The Spinosaurus could feel the water quake and rumble as his mate sloshed through the water, his neck tilting on an incline to raise his panicking young out of the water's reach. A low hiss escaped his maw that was slightly ajar, his crocodilian pupils narrowing as his head turned to better look upon his approaching mate.

Roberta lowered her head, crouching to get to her mate's level. The female watched as the water poured out from her mate's teeth, and the frantic trills of her young began to calm. The Queen's nares flared, and she attempted to better look at her young, attempted to better concern if they were safe or not. It was difficult to see them, given her poor sight. But she could smell them, and hear their more calm-if curious-clicks and chirps.

While Roberta was somewhat calmed, she did not leave her mate's side, wanting to stay by her young as much as possible. What if something happened?

They were so tiny.

Roberta wasn't used to dealing with little things.

She would need to be careful not to hurt them or step on them.

Her poor little babies...

The Tyrannosaurus watched as the Sorna's Spinosaurus once more lowered his head back down into the water, his jaws becoming a training pool once more. Roberta's nares flared as she released a large, unsteady exhale, her tense muscles causing the water to ripple and quiver around the circumference of her legs. Her golden pupils dilated, and became fixated upon the Bull's sunken maw, and her ears strained to pick up any signs of distress.

Her muscles tenses upon hearing the high pitched calls of distress, though unlike last time, the calls for their parents were short lived. The Bull released a riveting purr as he felt the panicked flailing of his chicks cease as they adapted to the water-and began to swim within his gaping maw.