"So it seems, yes." Grandma tilted her head at him. "And after him comes his grandfather, father, me, Threehorn, Thicknose, Swimmer, Flyer... Did that Spiketail ever agree to being in the leadership, dear?"
"I faintly recall him agreeing, yes." Grandpa serenely stated. "Don't forget the Sharptooth, my love, I think Chomper would hate being forgotten."