Morning March Protocol

I nudged the cedar bark beneath my son to wake him for morning exercises. The blue straw armor was firm on his shell, and the dandelion scepter stood upright beside the copper ring. An heir cannot remain idle on a high platform while his army waits below. I hooked my lower jaw beneath the red slate edge and carefully slid the stone dais forward three inches into the main trench. Dinosaur one, the tall big one, and the big brain kept their defensive line without shifting. I let out a low rumble of approval. I am not a T-rex. I am Drex, and our entire vanguard moved as one unit into the new sector.