Category: Land before Time
Rating: T
Couples: none
Warnings: Blood, Character Death (Same level as first Movie)
Chapter: 17
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me
Author's Note: I am thinking about writing a sequel about how the Valley-residents handle living with friendly Sharpteeth in their neighborhood. I'll make a poll in my profile, so please leave your opinion.
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"That is quite the story." Grandpa softly said after she finished talking. Everyone had gathered in the Stone Circle to hear Grandma tell the tale of her miraculous survival and she had just finished her story. Beside her Chomper was frowning a bit. She had left out the whole my-daughter-saved-me-and-I-can-speak-Sharptooth-now-thing, which could raise some questions as to why exactly she trusted the Sharpteeth.
"I know." Grandma Longneck said. "Yet this is what happened."
"I still don't understand why they saved you in the first place." Mr. Threehorn said. "Sharpteeth don't simply see an easy meal and think 'oh wait, I know her kid, let's save her'."
"Yet that is what they must have thought, otherwise this entire conversation would be moot." Duckie's mother pointed out. "What interests me most is what they will do now. They know of at least one secret entrance and I doubt they'll leave the Great Valley after finding it."
"My parents wouldn't hurt a Valley-resident." Chomper stated, glaring at the Swimmer for even suggesting it. "They promised me that."
"No offense towards you, Chomper." Grandpa Longneck looked down. "But the word of a Sharptooth is not something we here easily trust, you must understand that."
Chomper made to retaliate, but Grandma cut him off, shaking her head lightly. He closed his mouth again and stepped back.
"If I may?" She asked, looking up at her mate. About halfway through her tale she had been forced to lay down, tired from standing the entire time. "I for one trust their word. To me they have proven that they shall not break that promise to their son. They could have killed me several times at the least and never did, all because I was Littlefoot's grandmother. They did not know me at all, but they were willing to risk their lives for me. That speaks for them."
Chomper beamed.
"So you advocate letting them stay here?" Bron asked incredulously.
"I advocate not judging them on their kind." Grandma stated. "Perhaps it would be better to postpone such talk until after we know if they are going to stay or not."
"There is no doubt they'll stay: they have a dinner here." Threehorn countered.
Grandma frowned at that.
"Perhaps we just ask them?" Chomper suggested, pointing out into the Valley. There, calmly walking towards the Stone Circle, was his family. He noted with worry that his sister had several cuts on her body.
"Are you alright?" He ran up to them, addressing the pale-green Sharptooth.
"Fast Biters can't do that much damage. They only sting a bit." She chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle him. His parents greeted him much the same way, before turning to the assembled Leaf-eaters.
Tyra smiled as Grandma Longneck hoisted herself up again and walked up to them.
"She looks fine to me." Rec stated. The only reason they had come here was because Tyra had been worried about the Longneck. He'd never admit that he too had felt his heart skip a beat when the Flattooth fell.
Tyra greeted the Longneck warmly, not seeing the twitch in the tail of the Longneck standing with the rest of the herd. Rec however did and couldn't help but grin.
"I think you ought to give her some room, her mate is getting protective." He chuckled. Tyra looked up, meeting the Longneck's gaze evenly. She snorted before stepping back just a little bit, earning herself an amused glare from Grandma.
"Uh…" A small voice came from below. Littlefoot was standing next to his grandmother, looking up at the two Sharpteeth in front of her. He cleared his throat. "I wanted to thank you for saving my grandma."
As Chomper translated, Littlefoot saw the expressions of the Sharpteeth change. They grew softer, much like when they had realized that Chomper was their son on their first visit to the valley. Chomper's mother leaned down, tilting her head to look at him. She growled softly.
"She says you're welcome." Chomper told him.
"Does she?" Grandpa stepped up, looking at the Sharptooth as she rose to her full height again.
"Dear." Grandma said. "I think Chomper knows better than to mistranslate."
He didn't answer, merely looking at the Sharpteeth in front of him. The dark-green male growled something to his wife.
"He says he doubts you like him." Chomper told Grandpa.
"I had some bad experiences with his kind." Grandpa stated before looking at his wife. "But I guess I owe it to him to give him a chance."
"He appreciates the sentiment." Chomper translated his father's answer. "And mom says she can understand why you'd view them badly after what happened to your daughter." He added.
Grandpa nodded slowly.
"We are leaving." Rec told his son. "The surrounding lands are ours now, and even without the Valley, they are among the best Hunting-grounds one can find. We do expect you to visit."
Chomper nodded, watching as his family calmly walked back to the entrance of the valley.
"And?" Mr. Threehorn asked, joining the Longnecks in watching the Sharpteeth leave the valley.
"They will claim Red Claw's territory, but they won't hunt in the Valley." Chomper said.