In what was once northern California, a small settlement was nestled among the redwoods. Drake had come through this place often enough, and the people knew him well enough. At the very least, they didn't have someone with a crossbow keeping an eye on him anymore. Then again, not many people wanted to get close to someone who walked around with a dinosaur the same way people used to lead horses or cows.
Titus was a sweetheart though. His species was much smaller than the species made famous by Hollywood, standing around six feet at the tallest, and weighed in at just over a ton. But those bull-like horns weren't for show, and people kept their distance to avoid getting poked… or gored.
He made his way to the market. Drake had supplies he needed to sell or barter off. Better than that, he hoped that the people here had information about what was happening in the area. Information was key to staying alive outside the walls. What predators were in the area? What were the herbivores doing? Were there hostile groups nearby? Any and all information was crucial.