Claimin' the High Ground

Ground started shudderin' like an earthquake before I even saw him—a big ol' scaly tyrant decidin' my sunny clearing looked like his personal buffet. Without my flight to lift me out of harm's way, I had to play smart instead of stubborn. I grabbed my whittled spear, scrambled up a narrow fissure in the limestone cliff where his massive jaws couldn't reach, and kicked loose a heavy shelf of loose boulders right onto his thick snout. A whole cascade of rock and dust came rainin' down, crackin' hard enough against his scales to send that oversized lizard huffin' and retreatin' back into the jungle. This patch of rock is officially mine, sugar.