Excerpt
Amid the ferns, Grant saw the head of an animal. It was motionless, partially hidden in the fronds, the two large dark eyes watching them coldly.
The head was two feet long. From a pointed snout, a long row of teeth ran back to the hole of the auditory meatus which served as an ear. The head reminded him of a large lizzard, or perhaps a crocodile. The eyes did not blink, and the animal did not move. Its coloration as the infant's: yellow-brown with darker reddish markings, like the stripes of a tiger.
As Grant watched, a single forelimb reached up very slowly to part the fern beside the animal's face. The limb, Grant saw, was strongly muscled. The hand hand had three grasping fingers, each ending in curved claws. The hand gently, slowly, pushed aside the ferns.
Grant felt a chill and thought, He's hunting us.