I'll rather a picture of her to not be underweight,underweight is just a Shadowlander trait she has for the first part of the story I have for her.

That makes my life a bit easier, then.

That's good, since I need an idea of something to draw. I'll get the lineart done first and see what you think Nahla, and then we'll discuss the colours and patches a in a bit more detail then.

"A little," Grandpa replied. "But I'm sure after a few week's rest and a good amount of food, you'll be much better." He shifted slightly, before getting a drink for himself.

(Also Nahla, would you mind quickly reading my last post in the "Some Random Fanart" section and see what you think of the idea?)

"Oh dear..." Grandpa sighed, horrified about what Hades had done to his own daughter. "I'm so very sorry to hear about that." He stopped for a moment, thinking about her last sentence. "A voice?" he questioned.

"I know... I know..." said Grandpa calmly. "Hades came to the Great Valley once a while ago, and terrible things happened. Many farwalkers have told us about the Shadowlands, and we had a run-in with Hades with our old herd, but that was a long time ago now..." he trailed off, realising that he probably wasn't helping the situation.

^^
Yeah, I guess so. Sometimes I really just need a break. Funnily enough, this happened the same time last year!

It's good to start by using screenshots to help you get used to the body shape of the characters, and keep practising until you can start doing it from scratch.

And Nahla, I was thinking, this may not happen the way things are going right now, but how would you feel if I did a lineart for Nahla, and you can colour it in (or you can just give me a few colour schemes and I'll be happy to do it for you)? I may not be able to get show her being very underweight too well, but I'll give it a go if you want me to. It might take a while, though. It depends on my mood.
It also depends if you think my skills are up to the job, but let me know if you want it done, and I'll try my best.

"Careful, Littlefoot," said Grandpa. He turned to Nahla. "How are you feeling? I'm sorry about that threehorn, I think you should stay well clear of him."

Grandpa let a out a huge sigh, hoping that all would be well. "Now, you have to promise me not to tell anyone else about this," he said quietly to Littlefoot, as he walked through the trees to their resting place.

(Poor Littlefoot indeed. )

"Littlefoot?" said his grandpa, after finding him on the ledge. "I thought you said you were going to go and play with your friends."

Grandpa knew that Littlefoot was going to be upset either way, but he was now able to put Nahla down and realised something. It wasn't too noticeable at first , but her chest was slowly rising and falling. She was just about alive. He started tending to her injuries, somewhat grateful that he wouldn't have to consider accusing Mr Threehorn of killing someone. He then looked over to his mate, and decided to get the treesweets, which thankfully grew in the Great Valley. He just hoped nobody else would try to get rid of Nahla while he was gone.

Grandpa quickly went over to his wife and checked her all over. He recognised the illness, and sighed with relief.
"She'll be like this for a few days," he informed his grandson. "But she should be all right... I know a certain treesweet that will make her feel better. This is a disease that some outsiders carry with them." He looked behind him at Nahla, wondering if she was the reason for this, and considered himself lucky. He had been the one licking her injuries, after all. He turned back to his grandson. "Keep your distance, Littlefoot," he warned. "It has a worse effect on younger dinosaurs."