The Shaman warned him that though the path is well worn is still dangerous and to beware the Valley of Bones, while painting a protective sigil on the young Synthetoceras.
His mission was important. He had seen it in his visions. He had seen it in the fires.
The long journey had gone well until he entered the long draw with craggy outcroppings on either side. The sound of carrion birds worried him, but halfway though the draw the instant silence of birds made his heart go cold. Something was here...Watching him.
He scanned the craggy walls while grabbing the charm he had on his neck, not daring to let the the sharp end of the tooth touch him. He prayed that the sigil on his face would give him the protection to see what beast was hunting him or at least give him guidance to run.