"Why thank you for the offer, Mrs. Flyer. You're the only flyer here that I feel comfortable with, so I'd be honored to have you along!"
Mr. threehorn didn't really understand it when the old longneck talked to him sternly about not being the leader. "Well, if you want to lead this group, I wouldn't really mind. Besides, I'd rather have you with us than that...flyer."
Looking over at the crazy spelunkers brigade, Mr. threehorn thought it was pretty funny actually that Littlefoot was wanting to go with Pterano. To the old threehorn, Littlefoot seemed a lot like Pterano. As in, crazy, and always wanting to go out on some adventure, dragging others along with him, and nearly getting them killed every time. He never admitted it, but he absolutely despised Littlefoot for being such an awful influence on his Little Cera. Night after night he had to have talks with Cera about going yet another insane and stupid quest with the longneck. The crazy old flyer and the crazy little longneck could go adventuring straight into the jaws of a sharptooth for all he cared!
On that thought, he noticed that Cera was sort of sitting on the sidelines, not sure yet as to who to go with. He stomped up to his daughter to give her a greeting. "Ah, welcome back my little threehorn! I'm so glad to see you back! I was so worried about you, I had no idea where you could have gone off too! So, how was it? I know getting stuck with that... flyer must have been pretty frightening. Sorry I wasn't there for you, but I just could not find you in all of that chaos and confusion yesterday. Also, It must have been pretty scary being with two sharpteeth for this long."
"...wait. There's three of the little menaces here now! What the tail is going on here!?"
Chomper, overhearing Mr. Threehorn yelling, walked up slowly to the angry old dinosaur. "Um, his name is Cutter, Mr. Threehorn...sir." He spoke it out pretty nervously, as he never liked having to talk to this character. "Uh, like I told Grampa already, he's a nice sharptooth, like me, so he wouldn't ever think of hurting any of us. And besides, just look at him. He's so tiny!"
"Oh, sure, why don't we just let ALL the sharpteeth in the Great Valley now. I mean, we're already going in that direction now! What's it going to be tomorrow, Chomper? A belly dragger you decide to call Gary? Or how about some lady sharptooth called Rita? Pah!"
"Well to be honest, Mr. Threehorn...I don't really see what's so bad with this. I mean, if a sharptooth his nice enough, he should be given a chance, right?"
"You know, Chomper? I remember a time when not a single sharptooth was allowed in the Great Valley walls...I think I'm starting to miss those days."
Chomper walked back to Littlefoot. "Yeah, I think your right about Mr. Threehorn, Littlefoot. Uh, maybe we should look out for Cutter? I'm sure he'd knock him off a cliff by "accident" too."
The friendly little sharptooth now turned to Pterano with a question. "Hey, Mr. Pterano? I just have a little something to ask. You flyers are kinda like me, right? What I mean is you eat meat too. I never saw Petrie do it before, but I've heard that flyers like you eat fish. Is that true, or did I hear wrong?"