Grandpa placed the sleeping longneck down, before answering his grandson. "He tried to, Littlefoot," he said solemnly. "But he failed. We have to make sure she stays with at least one grown up until he calms down." Within a few moments he heard shifting and moaning from the other large body in the area, and her mate walked up to her. "How are you feeling, dear?" he asked as his wife opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Awful," she replied. "What happened?"
"Well, you've caught a bad illness, probably from Nahla," Grandpa replied. "I got some treesweets for you that will help you recover quicker." Grandma looked at him, shocked.
"You mean... the Shadowlander's curse?" she questioned faintly. Grandpa hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding at her.