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Amelia slowly ran her teeth along the deliciously moist green fern, gradually stripping plant of each of it's long and slender leaves. She then chewed them down until they were nothing but small bite sized pieces she could swallow.

Tristan had his neck outstretched, standing near a ledge which offered an amazing view of the entire valley. One could see everything: the watering hole, the fir trees scattered across the land, and so much more. Tristan glanced at his wife from the corner of his gleaming amber eye.

"Amazing, isn't it?"

Amelia's eyes, as blue as the sky above them, wandered towards him. Curious to see the view, she joined him by his side. She gazed out towards the valley, humming in agreement.

"Mhmm."

"I told you I would find you the place of your dreams," said Tristan, waggling his eyebrows.

"Well, you definitely delivered," replied Amelia, eyeing him lazily.

She turned her head slightly towards the right and found Tristan staring at her with half lidded eyes, as if in a dream. Amelia snickered, an amused glow in her eyes.

"What?"

"Do you remember the day we met?"

"I try not to," Amelia said, shaking her head as she began to walk down the landing.

"Hello, excuse me miss," he began, imitating himself as he edged towards her, "Can you check if I have any mud under my tail?"

Amelia shoved him away, laughing. "Tristan! Get away!"

Tristan persisted, tickling her underbelly. Ever since coming to the Great Valley, he had loosened up a great deal. He was still the anxious, worried, overprotective husband and father he always had been, but the angry manifestations of those emotions hardly ever reared their ugly heads nowadays. It was a wondrous thing to see.

"Tristan, stop— oh, OW!"

Amelia took a step back, clutching her side. Wide eyed, Tristan backed off in an instant. He hesitated a moment before extending an arm out towards her.

"Are you alright? Did I do something? I'm so sorry—"

"No, no," she insisted, her hands finally leaving her sides as she lifted her head. "My side...it just really hurts..."

Tristan lowered his head to examine her flank, a red, irritated area grabbing his attention.

"What's this?" He interrogated, narrowing his half-lidded eyes and gesturing to the area.

Amelia's eyes briefly followed his down to the reddened spot before she quickly looked away. "Oh, I think it's just an itchy spot."

"Amelia...it's red."

"Mhm. Really itchy."

"Are you sure?"

"Tristan..." Amelia rolled her eyes in annoyance as she began to walk away.

"No, really," said Tristan, following her movements and walking behind her.

"It's red because it's itchy, which is why it hurts."

"Alright, but still...it could be something serious."

"And here I was thinking you'd loosened up by now."

"I'll never really loosen up," he said flatly. "Worrying about the ones I love most is in my nature."

"So is being so sweet I can't be mad at you." Amelia brought her snout to his, closing her eyes. "Trust me, I'll be fine. You know how strong I am. Don't worry, love."

Tristan held her gaze for a long time before sighing resignedly. "Fine. But we're going home right now."

Amelia scoffed, smirking. "You're no fun."

Nonetheless, Amelia walked alongside him as they proceeded to walk downhill. As she placed her feet on the grass, she could feel that sudden and sharp, stinging pain near her side. She gasped sharply, wincing, but continued to walk.

Tristan glanced back at her, noting her pained expression. When she looked directly at him, Tristan flashed a kind smile, pretending not to notice. He only wished that she realized that she whatever this was, she didn't have to be so standoffish about it. He wished she'd realized that she wasn't alone in the face of danger.

Tristan stopped for a moment, waiting for her to catch up. Once she had, the pair wordlessly continued towards home.

Eva was nose deep in a pond closer to a more isolated area of the valley. Hidden by the shelter of the trees, she was able to hunt in peace.

She kept her eyes fixed on her catch. She waited for the right moment. The unsuspecting fish drew closer, and just as Eva opened her mouth—

"Eva!"

Eva's attention was promptly diverted, but in that short time frame, she missed her chance. The fish had already swam away. Giving a dejected sigh, she pulled her head out of the water. Light green eyes, as pure as the clearest water hole, looked up.

By the time Chomper reached her, he was out of breath. "Eva," he gasped, "do you want to play toss the seed with us?"

Eva rested her head on her knuckles, eyes shifting to the side. "No," she answered. "...What's toss the seed?"

"It's what it says," explained Chomper, "You have a seed, and you just toss it around everywhere."

The game sounded intriguing enough, but Eva was still uncertain. "What if I get caught by one of the other dinosaurs while playing?"

"We'll keep a lookout," Chomper reassured her. "If we see someone, we'll tell you to hide."

She didn't exactly enjoy the idea of having to hide, but she had little choice. Letting out a sigh, she gave her answer.

"Fine. I'll play."

Chomper's face lit up. "Great. You'll love it!"

Eva wished she could be as sure as Chomper was. She slouched a bit, briefly glancing behind her. With the coast clear, she ran to catch up to him.

The female sharptooth was a natural at the game. Light on her feet, she was able to catch and toss the seed with ease. The time flew by, and the little dinosaurs were so preoccupied with their game that they never even noticed Littlefoot's grandfather steadily aapproaching them.

The elderly longneck lowered his neck, squinting to make sure his eyesight was not deceiving him. As it would turn out, he was correct. There were two juvenile sharpteeth standing before him. "Oh- oh, my..."

The smaller dinosaurs immediately turned around, watching as Eva squeaked and ran behind Chomper and Ruby.

"Erm...children," Kenneth began to say, "Is...Is this a new friend of yours?"

"Uh," stammered Littlefoot, "...Yes?"

"Her name is Eva," stated Chomper. "She's a sharptooth like me!"

"I can see that," muttered Kenneth. "But...why is she here?"

Eva then stepped out. She didn't quite trust any of her new friends — if she could even refer to them as such — to give a proper explanation for the reason behind her presence in a place dominated by leaf eaters.

"My parents are trying to get away from Red Claw," she began, "They were afraid of having to leave me alone, and me being with them makes it harder for them to escape. So, they sent me here. Since I only eat fish, they felt that I would be allowed to stay..."

Kenneth listened intently as the tiny sharptooth offered an explanation. "Why, Chomper and Ruby here are in a similar situation," he said. "But I'm not too sure how the others would react to this. Then again, if you pose no threat, I don't see why—"

"How we'd react to what?"

Kenneth winced. That gruff voice, as hard as stone. There was no mistake — it was Mr. Threehorn. Kenneth repressed his grimace, and flashed a smile instead.

"Threehorn. I must say, you have impeccable timing..."

Mr. Threehorn stepped forward. "What is going on here?" Suddenly, his eyes landed on Eva, who smiled and waved. He caught a glimpse of her sharp teeth, and already knew what this was about.

"Oh, no!" He stomped his foot on the ground, and hard. "There is no way another sharptooth is living in the valley."

Chomper tried to speak up for his friend. "But, Mr. Threehorn—"

"No!" Mr. Threehorn huffed. "We let you stay here under certain conditions. And bringing in another sharptooth was not included in those."

"But daddy," interjected Cera, who actually felt some sympathy for Eva. "She's been really nice to us. And she only eats fish!"

Eva was taken a bit by surprise, but Cera's protest shocked the little sharptooth into a glimmer of respect.

"That doesn't matter," growled Mr. Threehorn. "A sharptooth is a sharptooth."

"At least give her a chance, Threehorn," Kenneth pleaded. "Let the girl explain herself in front of everyone, and then the valley as a whole can decide whether or not she can stay."

Mr. Threehorn grumbled something under his breath. "Oh...fine!"

Amelia's tail twitched as she slept, the wind whistling through the tall, shaggy leaved trees, small spots of light reflecting on her face.

Tristan was not fatigued in the least, and instead resolved to watch over her as she slept. His eyes continually drifted towards the red area on her flank, which worried him a great deal. But there was little he or anyone could do.

Sighing, he laid his head on the cave floor, resting his head on hers. Just as he began to nod off, the sound of distant footsteps reawakened him. He looked up to see all the dinosaurs residing in the Great Valley gathering in one place. A similar gathering had taken place when he first arrived, and they didn't happen often, from what he could see.

Intrigued, he stepped out, craning his neck to get a better view. Not even a minute later, Amelia emerged, yawning.

"What's going on?" She inquired, getting one more yawn out of her before burying her face in the nook of Tristan's neck.

Tristan looked at her, and then back towards where the others were gathering. "I don't know. Should we go see? I mean, we don't have to, if you want to stay and rest—"

"We might as well," interrupted Amelia, walking ahead of him. "After all, we do live here."

Tristan couldn't quite argue with that logic. Raising his tail, he wiped some dirt and dust off of his face with his hands and then followed his wife.

The gathering place wasn't grand in the least. It was a big patch of dirt, surrounded by flat rocks and a couple of trees. However, due to it's size, it was the ideal place to hold large scale meetings.

There were murmurs and whispers among the crowd — no one knew why they had been summoned. Kenneth soon stepped forward, raising his neck.

"Everyone," he began, "We are gathered here today because a young dinosaur would like to explain herself in front or everyone. Now, while we all have differing views and beliefs, I do ask that you be please open minded when listening to this young girl."

"Go ahead, dear," Linda urged Eva.

Eva stepped forward, her tail hanging limp, a clear sign that she wasn't exactly looking forward to speaking in front of the entire valley.

"Um...my name is Eva, and I am a sharptooth. But I only eat fish," she explained in a hurry as if she were expecting someone to jump upon hearing her state that she was a sharptooth. "My parents are on the run from Red Claw, like Chomper and Ruby, and they wanted me to be safe, so...they sent me here."

Once she was done explaining herself and her unfortunate situation, Eva quietly waited for whatever backlash she knew would befall her.

Kyra and Pterano watched from above, perched on a low tree branch. Kyra initially felt defensive and hostile, but she quickly changed her mind when she loiled at the situation from the sharptooth's perspective. Pterano felt sympathetic, although his fear of sharpteeth was more prominent.

Mr. Threehorn did not bother to take the circumstances into consideration. "How dare you? You can't just barge in here! Who do you think you are? Sharpteeth are trouble, no matter what age."

"Topsy!" Tria scolded him, not fond of sharpteeth in the least, but incredibly fond of children. Furthermore, Eva was rather cute, which made it difficult to hold any disdain for her.

Unfortunately, some of the valley members agreed with the angry Mr. Threehorn.

Amelia and Tristan were amongst the crowd, intrigued by all the dinosaurs gathered in one place.

"Poor girl," remarked Amelia. "She has to go through all this trouble just to have a place to stay!"

"Well," mumbled Tristan, "She is a sharptooth."

Amelia scowled at her husband, taken aback. "You agree with him?"

"No," Tristan shook his head, "I don't agree with him. I think he's quite daft, but realistically, it will take some time for trust to develop. We don't know anything about the sharptooth, and as you've noticed, most of these dinosaurs don't take too kindly to anything strange."

"No," said Mr. Threehorn, cutting into their conversation. "She's not allowed to stay, and that's final."

Amelia looked up, and clenched her jaw. Tristan already had an inkling of what was on her mind.

"Don't," he forbade, "You'll make him angrier."

Amelia ignored her husband's protests, and made her way through the crowd until she was standing in front of the threehorn.

"And who are you to say whether she stays here or not? I thought that would be a collective decision."

"It is," huffed Mr. Threehorn. "But we only allowed Chomper to stay here under special circumstances."

"And? Doesn't this sharptooth have similar circumstances? On the run from, uh...who was it— Red Claw?"

"Well, uh, yes! But that doesn't—"

"Then, what's the problem? Are you really that threatened by a sharptooth that eats fish? By a mere child?"

"Yes! We don't know her or anything about her, so she's a threat!"

"I understand that. But you're not even listening to what she's trying to say."

"She's a sharptooth. Nothing she says will change that."

Amelia was silent for a moment. "Well...then, it just seems you're looking for a fight, aren't you, Threehorn?"

This stunned everyone in the crowd. Even Cera was speechless. She couldn't quite decide whether her father deserved it or not. Perhaps, he did, but Cera preferred to remain on her father's good side. She resigned not to say anything.

Up in the tree, Pterano smirked.

"Well said," he remarked.

"You've got some nerve, you raving rainbow face," Mr. Threehorn growled, brushing his feet across the grass, pulling some blades from their roots.

Kenneth could see where this was going. "Mr. Threehorn, please! Calm down."

"Oh no," whispered Littlefoot.

"This is not good," added Ruby. "Good this is not."

Petrie covered his eyes, trembling as he sat on top of Spike's head. "Oh, me no can watch!"

Mr. Threehorn charged towards the female rainbow face, who wasn't fazed in the least.

"Topsy!" Yelled Tria. "Topsy, don't!"

Just when everyone in the crowd prepared to avert their eyes, Tristan hopped in front of the raging threehorn, willing to take the blow. Mr. Threehorn came to a sudden and screeching halt, barely nudging Tristan in the side with his horn.

Tristan lifted his head, looking Mr. Threehorn in the eye. "And I thought I had anger issues."

Mr. Threehorn remained silent, his eyes burning holes through that of the rainbow face. He didn't have a response.

"Perhaps...you need to take a break from all this. It seems to be getting to your head a little." Shockingly, Tristan managed not to yell, but his voice was filled with venom.

Tria walked over to her husband, angry and disappointed. "Topsy, how could you? I understand you were angry, but attacking someone else?"

"I'm sorry," the threehorn apologized, melting in the presence of his mate. "I don't know what came over me."

"Well, apologize. To them, not to me." Tria motioned towards the rainbow faces with her horn. "And please, listen to what they have to say."

"I-I'm sorry," he said to the rainbow faces. "I got a bit...defensive."

"It's quite alright," said Amelia, narrowing her eyes. "Now...I think we should give the sharptooth a chance. She should be allowed to stay so long as she does no harm. If she does do anything, well, we'll have to make a decision, won't we?"

Kenneth raised his head. "Does everyone agree?"

There were murmurs of agreement within the crowd, most of them in favor of the compromise.

Eva looked up, her green eyes frightened and uncertain, but with a glimmer of hope. "So...I can stay?"

"For now," grumbled Mr. Threehorn.

"Did you hear that, Eva?" Chomper was thrilled, almost more thrilled than his sharptooth friend. "You can stay!"

"I heard, Chomper." Eva offered a good natured smile to show that she appreciated his enthusiasm.

With the decision finalized, the crowd dispersed, each dinosaur returning to their respective homes.

It was now nighttime. The stars twinkling in the sky glowed vibrantly, giving each part of the sky it's own unique shade. Whenever she looked at the night sky, she presumed it was all black, and there was no room for any other hue. But as she looked at it now, she could see that the starry skies were made of so many different colors and shapes — in the exact way that each dinosaur was made differently. Perhaps, they were all just stars in the sky.

She placed one hand on the outer wall of the cave, face illuminated by the moonlight. She walked out towards the ledge and sat down, her feet dangling freely above the ground below.

"I don't know if you can hear me," she began to say, to no one in particular, "But if you're there, I hope you can let my parents know that I miss them. And...I hope you can let me know if they miss me as much."

Chomper watched her, his radiant red eyes sad and sympathetic. He sat down next to her.

"Hey," he said softly, "I'm sure your parents miss you."

Eva startled for a second, but relaxed when she realized it was only Chomper. She then sighed heavily, leaning back.

"I sure hope so. I feel so alone here...no one trusts me."

Chomper gently placed his hands on her shoulders, locking eyes with hers. His eyes seemed to sparkle with a glimmer of hope.

"I trust you," he said in a hushed voice, smiling.

"I know you do," said Eva, smiling slightly. "But...other than you, it feels like no one likes me."

"When I first came to the valley, I felt like that too."

Eva looked up at him, her mouth opening wide. "You did?"

Chomper fidgeted with his fingers, kicking one leg back and forth as he shyly looked downwards. "Yeah...even now, not everyone trusts me. But it's gotten better! It'll just take a while. But you'll see, everyone will start to be nicer to you eventually. I promise."

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so," Chomper said with a confident grin. "And you aren't alone. You've got me, and the rest of the gang."

Eva smiled and nodded along. "Thanks, Chomper."

Chomper gave a gentle laugh, flashing a toothy smile. "No problem."