Carolina had been forced into some level of socialization, mostly through necessity rather than need. "You won't have to worry about feeding it at least, if the Bronze Flight is anything like the Red. Get used to the taste of bear."

She's not kidding. She also looks less than thrilled at the thought of eating it again for supper. "Let's go find that place to sit down, with your dinosaur, and I'll tell you what I know. Not that it's as much as I'd like."