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« on: March 26, 2020, 04:17:54 AM »
For all the sharptooth knew he could have been walking in circles for the last hour and not even notice anything out of the ordinary. Littlefoot had been counting down the seconds in his head, but his volatile thoughts still reminded him of their presence. Fortunately for him, he had been able to minimize the threats to his life. The thought didn’t fill him with confidence.
He nearly bumped into something. His first reaction was to simply ignore it and move on, conjuring it to be a mere rock or tree he had not seen. Until that something let out a quiet squeak of terror. It was a runty glider that blocked his path. But what drew his attention was that he could not recall if he had ever seen this particular glider in the valley before. As far as he was concerned, Guido was the only one of his kind residing in the valley.
The female glider scampered away from him, like there was a fire under her tail feathers. Littlefoot considered the flyer, then it clicked in his head. The voice was very familiar to him. It had been associated with numerous games over the many years.
Littlefoot cleared his throat and asked with a dry and harsh voice, ’’Cera? Is that you?’’
The entire world seemed to stop.