Grandma just nuzzled Nahla gently again, as her mate joined her from behind.
"Where's Littlefoot?" he asked.
"I thought he was with you?" Grandma answered. Grandpa just shook his head. "Oh dear... go and find him, will you? It's getting late."
"Of course," her mate smiled at her and the little one before turning around and venturing out to find his grandson, calling his name.
"Poor little thing," said Taro, inspecting the wound on Littlefoot he feared would scar. Lily was shaking from the sight. It reminded far too much of what had happened to her before, and she could barely bare it.