I will never forget what happened to me all those years ago. The day I lost everything- my mother, my entire pack- still stays vivid in my broken mind, haunting me to this very day. I was so young when it happened, yet I still remember the blood leaking out of the necks that had been slit, and the last screams of intense fear from creatures I had known from birth. I am a Deinonychus, and I am the last of my kind. #3 in prehistoric (as of 13/12/2018)