"Oh no..." Grandma breathed. She looked over at Bron, whose sadness was soon replaced with determination.
"I have to go and get him back," he said.
"Bron, they'll kill you!" Grandpa argued.
"That's just I risk I'll have to take," he answered. He forgot Littlefoot was there, and he knew that is he went and got killed he would be without either parents. "I'll be fine," he assured them. He looked at his son again, getting more worried. "But... I'll stay until the bright circle is at its highest."