Redback looked up at Luke. Holding up an arm, he let the strands of black grass hang limp, as he gazed at them.
"Oh, these are from a long...long time ago. Tero and I used to know a couple other dinosaurs out here, around our age. We did everythin' together, hanging out, hunting, playing, generally lookin' out for eachother. We used these black weeds as a sort of symbol. We found heaps of 'em growing nearby to where we all first met, and it sort of stuck... Heh, and since I was the leader, I had the most." He added, rustling the weeds hanging from his arms.
He sighed, as if reminiscing on times gone by "The Blackweed Brotherhood, we called ourselves...Those were the days...At least, before... *sniff* before the raptors..."
Redback buried his head in his arms as he suddenly began to sob quietly. It was a strange sight alright, a sailback sharptooth, a creature known for ferocity and brutality, crying.
For a moment, he could only sob for the memory of his friends. Eventually he got his emotions under his control and continued.
"... It..it was horrible. Tero and I were the only ones who got away from that, and Tero didn't exactly survive entirely... You've seen what he's like? Well, he used to be not unlike you, Luke."
With that, he buried his head in his arms, returning to his silent weeping.