"Littlefoot!" Bron cried, running towards his son. "Oh, Littlefoot, I was so worried about you..."
"Bron..." said Grandpa. "What are you doing here?"
"I had a bad feeling," Bron replied. "I got into the valley and found Nahla, who told me everything." Grandpa nodded as Bron went back to tending to his son.
"Speaking of Nahla, where is she?" Grandma asked.
"Close," Bron answered. "She's too scared to come in case she's seen."
"Okay," Grandma replied, slightly relieved. "I wanted to talk to her. She deserves at least our thanks."