Blackfoot Forest the woods are lonely, dark, and deep

Not surprising was the unspoken admittance that she was a leader. Perhaps not of that glacier, but a formidable creature all the same. Her size was not just a suggestion; it embodied often what made leaders from followers. In a way, he supposed he could have related to her talk of trying to follow. He had certainly tried to follow Ptarmigan, tried to smooth things between all of them. And it had been for naught; Mordecai was not much of an adviser, though he still made feeble attempts all the same. And now, he answered to Dante. While it was an awkward union, he found it easier to relate to his friend and the position that he found himself in.

But he truly had nothing to offer her, no suggestion that would have helped her follow, as she had put it. He considered probing, wondering why it was that she felt it necessary to follow, but went against it. He had his turn with it and subsequently, felt little need to persist. Instead, he offered words to keep the silence between them at bay. "I guess this is the part where I tell you good luck, isn't it?"