Perched on a small boulder overlooking the meeting, a small blue shape sat, arms wrapped its knees. Guido gnawed on one of his fingers nervously as he surveyed the scene with exhausted eyes. As Topsy's thunderous voice boomed through the air, his hate-filled words washing over the crowd, the glider couldn't help but notice that Topsy's suggestion of setting out to kill Chomper was having an effect. They were getting worked up, restless. They wanted blood.
But something was nagging Guido, details gnawing at the back of his mind. Why would Chomper do something like this? He and the other kids had best friends... it didn't make sense that he would just betray their trust like this. Of course, Chomper was still a sharptooth, but even so...
And why hadn't the sharpteeth put up more of a fight when they'd been discovered? Guido had seen sharpteeth when confronted by leafeaters. Sure, they might run eventually if overpowered, but not before biting, scratching, clawing at their prey, attacking with bloodthirsty and savage intensity. But the sharpteeth last night - they'd fled without so much as a snarl. Even the diving attack from the flyer hadn't seemed as hateful. It seemed almost... desperate. But then, what about Mama Flyer's cave? When he'd arrived, it had been a gory mess. Even now, the blood was still drying on the walls, and Petrie's little sister was clinging to life by a thread. But what was bothering him most of all was...
Gulping, Guido scrambled up and cleared his throat nervously. "Where are..." His trailed off as he could tell his small voice was almost inaudible against the excited chatter and anguished moaning being thrown between the scared and confused members of the crowd. Guido straightened his back and tried again, raising his voice.
"Where are the bodies?"
One by one, the dinosaurs gathered in the meeting area turned to fix their eyes on him. As he stared back, Guido started to wilt under their stares, returning to his typical slightly hunched posture. "I mean, there's no bodies or... or anything!" Guido's hands fidgeted as he continued. "The only one's missing are Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Spike and Petrie, but there's no sign of blood or... anything else. I mean, we looked everywhere and except for Miss Flyer's cave, there's nothing. And most of that blood came from the sharptooth that attacked her family."
Guido paused, unsure of how to continue. "So... maybe they aren't dead. Something feels off about this. If Chomper really did have something to do with this then maybe the kids are with him. Or maybe he's... holding them hostage for some reason." He shrugged helplessly. "It's possible... isn't it?"