Wrong words. Grandpa swung around, smashing his tail against Zimba with an infuriated roar. "Don't you DARE touch them."
Behind him Grandma reappeared, carrying herbs and such to attempt to fix up Nahla.
"Heed me, child." She demanded, bringing her head close to the fallen Longneck. Her sister stood beside her and her brothers behind her. A cluster of black, scared, emaciated Dinosaurs. "Does thou wish to perish?"