Jenna began to run off without another word. Nahla was dead. Littlefoot would hate her,her family must think she was some monster.
Littlefoot laid wounded in a small,damp,wet smelly cave. The smell made him sick he spat blood out of his mouth watching Hades leave him. The black make had used Littlefoot as some sort of punching bag,Littlefoot just had to take it.
Nahla was still alive..barely. A hole went right through her body,luckyily misisng organs. Insect crawled all over her,they stung. But Nahla just had to bare it,her eyes showed complete betrayal. Blood stains covered her,she licked her dry lips and took a deep breath. It was very very hot out there,Nahla knew this was gonna be her death,unless someone came...but that would be a miracle.She would either bleed to death,die of heat stroke or thirst. She did not care which one it was,as long as it came soon.