Part 3: Planning the BattleThe big green-greyish Sharptooth with eyes green as poison looked down at the oasis.
<This will be a feast my little Fastbiter friends!> He laughed.
Two dozens of Fastbiters stood around the Sharptooth in a semicircle. All of them were hungry, ready to do everything to satisfy their hunger. Though there was another thing that incided them...
<The usual way> he instructed them.
The Fastbiters charged towards the oasis on silent claws.
The Sharptooth let out an elated scream following his loyal fellow Fastbiters...
After all grown-ups and their kids had gathered on a big meadow amidst the oasis, Grandpa started talking. Everyone was listening in exitement and fear.
"Hello my friends! As you certainly noticed there are Sharpteeth nearby!"
Loud murmurs and declarations of anxiety were made.
"I know that you're probably scared but there's safety in numbers after all!"
"As most of know I actually can't stand Longnecks but I ought to agree with you: If we stay together placing our kids in our middle, nothing should go wrong!" the Threehorn spoke up.
"Pterano!" Littlefoot's Mother called, "Would you look out from above so that we won't get attacked when we're not ready yet?"
"Sure! I won't be of great help on the ground, anyway!" he joked turning seriously again, immediately.
"Return as soon as we have to fear an attack!" Grandma said.
"And tell us how many we might have to deal with!" the female Threehorn shouted. "Sharpteeth rarely attack alone!" She twinkled to her mate.
"That's correct..." he muttered.
Pterano raised up flying in the direction where they believed the Sharpteeth.
"Alright!" Grandpa continued, "We need to divide ourselves into different groups!"
"Every group will get a respective task!" Grandma went on.
"Form groups? What for?" Freddy questioned.
"Oh Freddy, silly!" Melissa giggled. "So that everyone knows what he has to do!"
"I'm with Freddy on this one!" Greg affirmed. "I tell you we simply overwhelm them!"
"Calm down, kids!" the Threehorn laughed. "You stay in our middle where it's safest!"
"But..." Greg protested.
"Why don't you let him, dear?!" Threehorn's mate whispered. "If he absolutely wants to fight, just let him!"
"He's old enough, after all!" the Swimmer Daddy confirmed.
"Why not! Then fight with us!" the old Threehorn admitted.
"You Swimmers could watch our kids!" Grandma suggested.
"But I'd like to build something to defend myself first!" the Swimmer Daddy responded.
He was known for his great skillfulness and ability to create things made of wood and rock. In the past he used to use a sharpened bough to fight which he unfortunately lost due to the escape from the Great Valley.
"Do you think you can manage this in a time that limited?" Grandpa doubted.
"Sure! I only need a sharp-edged rock and a long, preferably straight bough!" he replied.
"Can I be of help?" the Flyer Daddy offered.
"It'd be a pleasure!" the Swimmer Daddy replied. Together they walked respectively flew away.
"Alright, the Spiket..." Grandpa was about to say but he was interrupted by Pterano who panicky fluttered towards them landing ungently.
Out of breath he shouted, "It's him, it's HIM, we must ESCAPE!!!"
"WHO!?!" the Threehorn bellowed.
"T-the one that once dared to enter the Great Valley!" Pterano exclaimed, terrified.
"The one whose brother I 'accidently' pushed down the abyss?" Littlefoot's Mother shockingly questioned.
"You got it!" Pterano sighed.
"What happened?" the old Spiketail asked.
"There's no time for this now!" the Threehorn snapped at her. "We're so many that he wouldn't even dare to get close to us!"
"I didn't reveal the worst yet!" Pterano sighed. "He has an 'army', an army of Fastbiters!"
The Dreihorn looked as if he had seen a flying Longneck.
"How many?" Grandpa whispered.
"Two dozens!!!" Pterano grimly replied.
"That's horrendous!" the Flyer Mommy exclaimed.
"Indeed!" the Threehorn who got his composure back roared. "When will they attack, Pterano?"
"You know I only understand a little bit Sharptooth but I believe that they rest and discuss everything first before they're going to attack us.
"Mother?" Littlefoot asked.
"Shhhhhht!" she made him silent.
"Let's hope that Pterano is right!" Grandpa spoke.
"You still wanna fight them!?" Melissa snappily questioned.
"S-sure!" Greg unsteadily replied.
"Idiot!"
"Now that we know the exact strenght of our enemies I consider it best to build a line!" Grandpa
proposed.
"Why of all a line? It's even easier for them to break through!" the Threehorn retorted.
"None of our lineups will stand like a mountain for long since Sharpteeth usually try to separate single individuals from the others!" Grandpa reasoned.
"Yes, but what about our children?" the Threehorn questioned.
"We will place somebody behind the fighting who protects the children!" Grandpa responded.
"I watch our little ones!" the Swimmer Mommy offered.
"Sure you can but you're not strong enough to defend them!" the Threehorn retorted.
"I defend our children!" Littlefoot's Mother exclaimed.
"I was about to propose that, my daughter!" Grandpa spoke.
"But we need strong fighters at the front!" the Threehorn who slowly got annoyed by the Longnecks screamed.
"We also need someone who can actually protect the children!" Grandma furiously argued.
"Humpff!"
"Enough disputes for today! Let's rest so that we're fit for the fight when it starts!" Grandpa
suggested.
Everyone agreed. Most of them ate and drank something to strenghten their bodies. Pterano spyed the pack without getting any news worthy to tell.
After a while - the Swimmer Daddy and the Flyer Daddy were back in the meanwhile - Grandpa walked to the Spiketails to ask if they were still willing to listen to the story. They affirmed.
Grandpa gathered everyone around him and started narrating...
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I'm still interested in your thoughts guys

Next one's gonna have a flashback and a lot of backstory.. the tension grows...
