Echo, East Tribe
"Urgh. This is so. Pointless," I whined, gliding high above the tribe below, Blaze flapping some distance to my left. He tilted his wings a little and swooped in closer.
"Why do you think that?" he asked with interest, the sun dancing on his redish, russet feathers. I sighed and looked straight ahead.
"I have a feeling a lot of us will die for nothing. That's all."
Blaze turned his head back in thought at what I had said. I sighed and swooped down beside Ironstone, landing just in front of him.
He stopped abrupty, looking at me with expectant eyes.
"Can we rest? The weak are falling behind," I said, motioning with a speckled wing to the others snaking far behind the main body of the tribe, slowly shuffling their way forwards. He had been driving them hard, too hard in my opinion. I looked up and boldly raised an eyebrow, waiting for his answer.
