Who: The Doctor and Open What: Wandering, thinking When: Dusk Where: By the perimeter fence Rating: Low
He had wandered out to the fence surrounding the compound, staring out at the landscape. It was lovely. He would never deny that. And in other circumstances he would quite enjoy being there--other circumstances such as having his TARDIS so he could pop away again, not to mention the perversion of the natural order that was behind him. He hated it when people decided to muck about with the timestream. It made a lot of work for him, to begin with.
He smiled slightly as a trio of (relatively) small dinosaurs came into the open space around the camp. He let out a passable imitation of their cry. They looked up and stared curiously at him for some time before loping slowly closer. "Who's a good little hypsilophodont, then?" he said to the leader, who moved a few paces nearer the fence than the other two. "What have the nasty humans done to your territory?" He made soothing noises and clicked his tongue a few times. They all continued regarding him with distant curiosity.