It's easy for mere mortals to feel the crushingly persistent optimism of the underdog. Small, soft creatures go through their lives with the knowledge that at pretty much any moment something cataclysmic might happen - like getting stepped on, or eaten, or other generally unpleasant and permanent events. And so every day they wake up, push that thought to the back of their minds, say their daily affirmations, and get on with what is left of their existence without making any terribly drastic decisions.
Regina was not a small, soft, creature. She was a large, scaled, tyrannosaurus and she was experiencing a new sensation: concern.
Things just seemed to be happening recently that were not happening before. All of a sudden the nights were a bit cooler and the days were a bit shorter and the prey was (and she hadn't thought this possible) a bit more weird. It had all started when she noticed a juvenile dromaeosaurus watching a dragonfly and trying to imitate the motion of it's wings. She could have sworn that, for just the briefest of moments, that dromaeosaurus hovered.
And she had not stopped thinking about it. This was distinctly un-dromaeosaurus activity and it upset her.
Normally, Regina - being as aforementioned not a small, soft creature - gave no thought to her own survival.
Regina was not an insecure dinosaur.
She boldly went where she wanted, when she wanted, with little regard for danger, or opinions, or property boundaries.
That's not to say that Regina had no weaknesses. Grammar, for instance, was something she had always struggled with. But it is difficult to learn when everyone is afraid to correct you so she figured that wasn't really on her. The only reason she knew was because she had posted up signs throughout her territory to warn away other predators, identify unique flora, and explain tricky intersections. And frequently she would come back to find the signs defaced with corrections.
So as far as she was aware, that was her only weakness, and it was one she was willing to live with. (Though she had a nagging suspicion that she might also be bad at math, but that had just not caught up with her yet.)
Hence why this new "concern" sensation in her gut was causing an equally unpleasant "confusion" sensation in her skull. She shook her giant head from side to side to try and reset her brain but all that did was increase the dizziness she was experiencing. So she lay down for a moment to do something she had not done much of: ponder.
After some considerable time pondering she got up and with determination decided she was going to do something about the situation. If everything else was going to change than so was she.
It was time to try bangs.
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