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Primeval 100 Drabbles: 551-600

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It was close to dusk and Connor was some distance from camp. He'd been foraging and then taken a detour when he spotted what he was fairly certain were T-Rex tracks.

He was down in a river valley when he happened to glance up at the ridge and saw the unmistakable silhouette of a man against the setting sun. Throwing caution to the winds, he called out but the man didn't hear. The undergrowth was too dense to climb up and investigate.

Connor was never sure whether it was a good or bad thing that the man never found them.