Petrie scanned the area intently, but couldn't see Cera or Ducky anywhere. He frowned, still munching on the cluster of treestars he'd scooped up before coming up here. They had an odd texture about them today, he'd started to notice...and what was that weird flavor that was starting to kick in? He gnashed his teeth and frowned, then let out a choking squawk of horror. "P'TEHHH!" he spat, realizing queasily that he'd been chewing on bugs for the past ten seconds. "Bllleeegh!!" Petrie flapped awkwardly over to where Littlefoot and Spike were suffering the same fate, still spitting and trying to get rid of the nasty taste.
As the offending ball of mud hit him square in the forehead, Nod's laugh turned into a yelp as he was caught off-guard and tripped face first into the muddy ground. He couldn't bring himself to be all that annoyed, though. This guy was...cool! The usually shy preteen's personality had changed drastically in the short time they'd spent sparring in the mud together, and it was all because of the tough Hypsilophodon. Nod's eyes glinted as he staggered back onto his feet and shook the mud off, suddenly desiring to be more like him. "And..." he struggled to find something "cool" say in retaliation, "and you need longer arms!!" He shuffled together another pile of soft earth with his tail, preparing a second barrage.
