A Silent Shift

Stiff plastic softened. A pulse… quiet, cold… ran through my claws. I tilted my head. Across from me loomed the towering Spinosaurus, frozen, and the small raptor below, motionless under a suspended pink heart. I leaned forward, testing my weight. My sharp talons tapped the smooth wood with a sharp click. I reached out a single claw and lightly tapped the small heart, watching it tremble slightly on its wire before settling back into balance.