The psittacosaurs lounging in the lake, splashing, wading, huffing, and occasionally honking. The plop of a turtle dropping into the water from the log. The heavy tread of the titanosaur on the far side of the lake. The pipping of tiny birds in the woods beyond. The scratching sounds of the Kyasuchus investigating the old shell, probing, sniffing, its tiny feet padding on the dried mud. The scraping sound of the shell against the ground as the little crocodile pushed it around with its nose. And above it all, the gentle whisper of a June wind sliding past the trees.