The Great Valley was many things. A land of adventure, an oasis of water and greens, and a place away from Sharpteeth. Most stayed, some left onto plains unknown. You were one of the former, making friends with the other young ones your age.

The Days of Rising Water has passed, the Great Circle high in the sky. It seemed like the day was ripe for fun and adventure!

"Cera!"

A booming voice broke through the sounds of flowing rivers and the blowing of wind through the fields of green. An absolutely furious-looking Threehorn marched over to where you and her daughter Cera was, towering over the both of you.

"Cera, enough! Threehorns don't play with..."

His eyes narrowed, taking a good look at you, trying to find the right name to call you. Wingbrain, Duck beak, Flathead... He'll think of something, Threehorns always do.

"Beat it, young one. Don't you have your parents to go bother?"

Cera, who had practically been turned into a scaredy egg at the presence of her angry father, nothing like the usual tough-headed Threehorn she normally was, finally spoke up.

"They- They don't have parents. Th-They're... Gone."

This revelation caused the Old Threehorn to simply exhale through his nostrils. He wasn't heartless, but he wasn't going to show weakness, definitely not to this newcomer.

"Well, it's not like they'll come back. You'll just have to forge your own way."

Though his words were harsh, his tone of voice softened, just a little, before telling his daughter to go join her sister and stepmom, before looking down at you.

"Look..." He couldn't believe he was doing this. Trying to explain how to deal with grief to this newcomer. "I know what it is like to lose someone you love. Think of what you're feeling as... A big, scary Sharptooth."

He continued his lecture, looking over at the far off mountains and hills of the land.

"You can either lie down and let it tear you to pieces... Or, you can stand your ground and fight it." He leaned in, continuing his allegory. "Don't run from it, that is for cowards. Face it, accept it... Look forward with your snout high."

With that, he felt his work done. His superior Threehorn wisdom promptly pushed onto you. He turned, ready to head back to his family.

There was no way he was going to adopt you into his herd, Threehorns look after their own. Leave that adopting nonsense to the Longnecks and Bigmouths.