Midday looms over a Texas estuary 68 million years ago, the Summer heat is oppressive as the sun reaches its apex. Along the banks of a large river a group of Torosaurus sun themselves, the parents of their group watching their youngsters play in the shallow water while a family of Saurornitholestes nimbly dart out of the way of the ceratopsian toddlers, already weighing in at several hundred pounds and unable to halt their momentum as they tumble, splashing water at each other and every hapless bystander around them. Down River a small clan of Alamosaurus cool off, the water only coming up to just under their shoulders at it's deepest point.
Suddenly, a sense of foreboding casts itself over the sun-drunk beach-goers as leathery wings pass between their sense of safety and the Sun's comforting rays. Adults herd youngsters away from the water's edge as the shadow descends. Wings fold as clawed feet touch down, first two then four, their owner's bulk pressing them deep into the soft sand near the water's edge. The other's keep their distance, staring at the odd, alien creature that has descended upon them.
Quetzalcoatlus northropi looms over everything, the only exception being the sauropods that pay it little mind, it's massive pointed head mounted on top of a bizarre stretched our frame reaches18 feet into the air. It strolls towards the river bank, 33 feet of wings are now folded back and up to make it easier for creature to walk. Upon reaching the water it slowly dips down, dunking its lower jaw into the water and then throwing its crested head back as it swallows a large amount of refreshing liquid, fluffy pycnofibers ruffle and its awkward frame shakes in an attempt to dry them off. As it dips it's head back down for another drink, calm slowly returns to the rest of the wary riverside onlookers.
