“See ya, Amy!” Pangaea waved, and went to follow Mr. Threehorn and Anna, feeling extremely grateful for the big Triceratops's change in attitude. Maybe that little chat I had with him helped after all, he thought. He only hoped it would last.
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Screech sighed. It wasn’t in his nature to comfort others, or feel the need to do so, but he felt strangely uncomfortable seeing his long-time pack leader like this. “Well, think about this, Red Claw,” he said, “You’re luckier than most sharpteeth. Most of your kind hunts alone, don’t they? You’ve got me and Thud to help you. We can be your eyes. Besides, you’ve only been blind for a day or two now, haven’t you? Perhaps you’ll get used to it eventually, and learn to compensate with your other senses.”