Sleeping Dragon Here comes the future, it’s violent and bright

The initiate’s powerful shoulders rolled with every sauntering stride as he followed his newly accepted commander. He passed alongside the perilous overhang with a long, hard glance at the view, committing its place in their course ahead to memory as he followed closely. A slight instinctive tingle worked its way down the length of his spine to remind him of the sheer vulnerability of such a height, but the picturesque panorama was impressive enough that he didn’t look away until Heda spoke. He remained relaxed and attentive, and Thuringwethil’s voice in his ear had his attention locked down in seconds.
 
She noted the distance between the clans as an obstacle they could overcome, and Toxochelys nodded. Their strength, if not forged in the fires of physically onerous training, was in intimidating numbers, and the idea that they might one day be able to effectively pass information on to the others in the north resonated with him. The mention of a leader stepping down, however, piqued his curiosity, and he did not hold back the obvious question on his mind. "Why did Gyda step down?" He cast his gaze in her direction, plainly searching for the answer. Supposing she had needed the secondary support in the beginning, he watched her intently with every doubt that she needed it now.