I'm one day late, sorry. Needed to read through the proofreading I got send at the weekend (thank you bushwacked

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You sum up their relation pretty well, actually. You could indeed see Shorty like a kid that grew up on the streets... His past will become the more important the more progress the story has...
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Chapter 12:
The next morning, Bron gathered the herd and lead them into the mountains. He just felt that, despite the efforts it brought along, it was the right way to go and many members of his herd seemed to think alike.
Fiona had given her daughter water and food and gathered some food so Ali could eat for the next few days. Water would be easy to get in the mountains since they could simply eat snow. Ali didn't show any signs of consciousness nevertheless.
While they were climbing a mountain, Bron searched for Fiona to get to know her.
"Fiona, is that you?" He questioned a Longneck that looked just like Shorty had described her.
"Yes, I am Fiona, who are you?" Fiona replied.
"I'm Bron, the leader of this herd," Bron introduced himself. "And this poor girl on your back is..."
"Ali, my daughter," Fiona answered.
"I've heard rumors about her story, are they true? I'd like you to tell me the story, if you don't mind."
"Sure, I will tell you everything."
With that Fiona began to tell Bron the story from the beginning to the end. Bron listened eagerly, gasping and nodding from time to time.
"Oh my, it's a miracle your daughter's still alive..." Bron exclaimed when Fiona had finished.
"I didn't believe she'd make it at all anymore and I'm still not completely sure whether she'll be alright anytime soon," Fiona replied.
"I'm sure she will recover eventually," Bron affirmed.
"I hope so..." Fiona sighed.
"Anyway, you talked about friends of Ali in the Great Valley... When you've been there, have you met two elderly Longnecks there?"
"Yes, my daughter helped to save the male from a nasty sickness along with her friends among whom was the nephew of the old Longneck."
"Okay, and do you remember the name of his nephew???" Bron got extremely excited.
"His name is L-L-Littlef-f-foot..." a voice whispered.
"ALI!" Fiona called in joy. "I can't tell you how glad I am hearing your sweet voice again!"
"LITTLEFOOT!? Seriously???" Bron screamed bursting in excitement.
"Yes, but would you please be quieter?" Ali responded.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry.." Bron said, ashamed of his uncontrolled behavior. " You must know that I have been searching for a better place to live for my mate, my parents in law and my unborn son. However, a powerful earthshake destroyed everything. My mate died in a battle with a Sharptooth as I've been told and I don't know if anyone else has made it out of it alive. They were heading for the Great Valley that I was trying to find. I, however, found a different place that offered plenty of water and food as well. I searched for them for a long while but I couldn't find them so I went to the place I found. On my way, many others joined me. That way, I became the leader of my herd, something I never wanted to be. But as the time went by, I discovered that I'm indeed a suitable leader. Anyway, when you told me that my parents in law and my son are probably still alive, I got a little too excited. After all this time... it would be so cool to meet my family again..."
"Oh, that's quite a tale," Fiona exclaimed in awe. "So Littlefoot is your son?"
"Yes..." Bron replied, smiling shily.
"I didn't know Littlefoot has a father..." Ali said.
"I bet he isn't aware of that either," Bron admitted.
"Are you mad at me mum?" Ali questioned.
"I am mad at you for almost dying. Do you actually know how close you were to death?"
Ali nodded in shame.
"I think the pain you will have for quite some time will prevent you from running off in the future."
"Yes mum, I'm sorry. I know it was utterly wrong," Ali admitted.
"Nonetheless, I owe you a huge thanks for opening my eyes."
Ali's saddened face turned into a smiling one.
"I finally realised how wrong the Old One's views on certain things were, including educating you."
"You mean..."
"Yes, we aren't going to return. We will join Bron's herd for the time being and travel to the place our sleep stories lead us to," Ali's Mother stated.
"That's cool, mum!" Ali called happily.
"We might meet your friend there, just saying..."
"Whoo!" Ali celebrated.
"That makes two of us I suppose," Bron chuckled. "Three counting my adopted son..."
"Who is that?" Ali asked.
"I stumbled across a few orphaned, little Longnecks during my long search and Shorty was the only one that wasn't adopted later so I adopted him. He's quite a flatterer, I’m warning you."
"Hehe, I'm sure we'll get along well," Ali snickered.
"Now, you better rest dear," Fiona suggested. "You're very weak so you need time to recover. Eat a few treestars and try to sleep some more."
"Yaaaaaaaaaaawn! Will do."
Ali consumed a few treestars and fell asleep easily.
"I gotta go now, I see a crossroads in front of us," Bron announced. "I'd be up to some more talking tomorrow. I'll bring along Shorty so he can get to know your daughter."
"Sounds good to me, seeya and thank you for accepting me into this herd."
"I'm not picky, everybody is generally welcome to join." Bron smiled. "Bye!"
"Goodbye!"
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Ali's back! Party!!!

Right... in the next chapter, Ali is going to meet Shorty. You'll like it, probably
