Taro looked at Littlefoot's shoulder, confirming the damage.
"I don't understand though..." he said. "She was never like that when I was around. I mean, I know she had arguments with mother but they would laugh it off afterwards and it even seemed jokey when they were arguing. Did she get more bitter as she aged or something?"
"Well, she didn't seem too happy after you... But it still wasn't that severe," Grandpa explained.
"Oh great, now I know that when I die, I'll be bitter and mean," Taro complained.
"I should go and find your mother," said Grandpa, getting up. "She seemed so upset." He left in search of his mate, hoping nothing bad had happened to her.