Destination?

We journey far from the herd. Far from safety. To a deep, dark jungle. Many creatures we can hear, but none that we can see. The brachiosaurus leads us to a clearing. It kneels down on its back legs causing us to slide down its back and onto the ground. It stands back up and cranks its head toward us. Once it realizes that we are unharmed by the fall it turns around and heads back in the direction that it came from. "Where are you going?" I shout out to the dinosaur. It does reply to my cries, it keeps going. "Why did it take us here?" I ask Olivia.