The last dinosaur's heavy footsteps echoed through the desolate landscape as he followed the faint scent, his nostrils twitching with each inhale. The air was thick with dust, but beneath it, something tantalizing lingered—something alive. His powerful legs carried him over cracked riverbeds and through skeletal remains of long-dead forests, each step bringing him closer to the source.

As he crested a jagged outcrop of rust-colored rock, his slit pupils contracted sharply. Below, in a shallow depression of the earth, lay a small pool of murky water, its surface shimmering under the relentless sun. Around it, a few stubborn tufts of yellowed grass clung to life, their roots digging deep into whatever moisture remained. His throat ached at the sight; it had been weeks since he'd last drunk.

But as he took a step forward, the ground beneath him shifted. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he spotted movement near the water's edge—a scaled creature, small and quick, lapping at the pool. Not another dinosaur, but something else. A survivor, like him. The creature's beady eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, the two remnants of a lost world stared at one another, the tension thick in the air.