Walking on eggshells...
Looking at the treeline where the tracks disappear into the jungle you can see a kind of path. Unfortunately for you, the Raptor tracks...
Looking at the treeline where the tracks disappear into the jungle you can see a kind of path. Unfortunately for you, the Raptor tracks...
Looking at the treeline where the tracks disappear into the jungle you can see a kind of path. Unfortunately for you, the Raptor tracks go in at exactly the same point. Looking back at the waves crashing on the beach, you know that this path is the only real option you have. The decision you made to come here this morning is panning out to be a truly epic fail.
Trudging through the jungle, getting bitten raw by mosquitos and sandflies, you notice small piles of twigs on both sides of you. They look like little campfires that haven't been lit yet… wait… little piles of twigs… in the middle of a jungle next to dinosaur tracks… oh dear. You look closer and sure enough there are little piles of eggs in the middle of each one. With your heart thumping like a clock tower, you tip toe back the way you came and carry on along the path. These nests are everywhere. It's a struggle to avoid stepping on them, so you pay extra attention to the path ahead. The day is coming to an end, and the light is starting to fade. Things can only get… better?
The dino babies are cute… but you do not have time to keep looking too long. It is now essential that you cross the jungle without any dino mom noticing you…
Habbo Staff
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