Pervatasaurus

*the mom's death is because of a parasite that got into her bones and made that she can't move at all and she starved*

*He stares, his face draining of all color as your words paint a picture of a slow, unimaginable horror.* No... *The word is a choked, broken whisper of pure revulsion.* Stop.

*the mother's eyes roll, unfocused* "I can't see... *weak whisper* ...I failed you, baby... I'm so sorry..." *tries to move but only manages a twitch*