Meanwhile, back with the others who were sheltered within a cave. Denton was alone and away from the large entrance. He was consciously arguing with Kragoth who's voice was still haunting his mind
'Why me?' questioned Denton in thought
'Must I have an answer for everything, kid?' responded Kragoth's disembodied voice
'Well, maybe if its a really good reason, I'd stop asking so many questions.' responded Denton in thought
'I chose you, because you were the closest and most easiest a body I could access. And mind you, kid, I might have been a nasty predator while I was still alive, but in spirit, I'm simply on same level with all spirits, living or dead. Meat eating or leaf. I needed you for a very good reason, and I'm sure you'll acceptit when the time comes.'
Lightning flashed lighting the cave with bright white and the thunder boomed low, the wind continued whistle and moan outside the caverns. Denton sighed and started to pace back and forth as the other dinosaurs watched the storm. Denton in his mind continued to question Kragoth, as much to Kragoth's displeasure
'But why me, and not one of your kind? Why not the minds of your sons?'
'Because, kid, Blackclaw is thrice more stubborn and foolish than you will ever be. And Agnog... he's well, tied up right now if you get my drift...'
Denton turned looking at the others, as he decided not to question Kragoth any further. The lightning flashed again casting silhouettes of the watching dinos.
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Blackclaw stepped out as soon as the rain and the wind started to calm. The storm clouds were finally passing revealing the grayed skies, and only a few streams of sunlight peaked from a few holes in the cloudy ceiling. Blackclaw felt his head, which was still sticky from his wound. A parnament scar now right between his eyes. He groaned at the throbing of his head.
The other raptors, or what was left of them started coming out from their hiding as well, it was evident that several of them were lost to the storm, possibly thrown several miles away from the pack.
The loss was truly felt. The other fastbiters were searching for their loved ones, some did find others alive, while some found others.... .....
And still there were a few missing. Blackclaw was beside himself with grief and guilt over the few losses. But he felt he still needed to lead the many surviving on to the valley. His desire for revenge and a grand feast were not so easily thwarted by a nasty thunderstorm.
And so he called the survivors into a meeting.
"Words cannot express my grief. Our brothers and sisters lost to this terrible weather. But I insist, we must keep going. We will still have our feast whether the powers above agree to it or not!"
"Our feast?" interupted a female fastbiter, her two young standing beside her still looking for their lost father "You mean YOUR feast!"
"Now now, miss." responded Blackclaw with a nervous laugh "I'm just trying to do what is right, you know."
"Well, if you want to do something right, why not find my lost mate? Who's going to help me raise my young now?"
Blackclaw gulped and looked at the other fastbiters who were glaring at him just as the female was