"I'm here, little one," she said, gently rubbing her head against him. She was happy he was alive, especially after the day so far, but she wasn't sure how long this would last. She frowned when her husband came back, carrying an injured black longneck in his mouth.
"What do we do with this one?" he asked her.
"Well first, you can get him as far away from our grandson as possible," she said bluntly, turning around and inspecting Littlefoot for further damage. "I don't think we can handle another Shadowlander." Her mate just nodded and walked off, trying not to be seen with Ares.