"Because I kicked thee there, child and deemed you to live." Ever so briefly the voice of the black Sharptooth flitted into Nahla's ear. "Fare thee well, child. When next we meet, it will be long. Come siblings, we must hunt this errant sibling of ours."
"Whoopdeedoo... Forth after Hate then."
"I... I cannot tell..." Grandma meanwhile had not heard a thing.
"I'm fine." Grandpa assured Littlefoot as he turned his attention to the two females.