Peter trudges to the tree line, still wringing out the sea water from his shirt, not really looking where he's going, but he gets a feeling that makes him stop just in time to avoid running into—

"Dinosaur? Holy shit, man, there's a little dinosaur here!" He glances over his shoulder to see if David heard him, then looks back to the small dinosaur, grinning like an idiot.

"Looks like a Compsognathus..."