Redhawk Caldera you teach me and i'll teach you.

Phox's head was still too big for him to lift properly, so he ended up pushing it across the ground most of the time in his endless quest for movement and exploration. Considering his sense of smell was weak at best, he usually used his sense of taste and touch to understand this crazy world. Abandoning his current trajectory toward Finley, Phox began to taste the dirt beneath his chin. It was, in every sense of the word, disgusting, and he whimpered quietly while trying to backpedal. Which was more of a slow wobble than anything. His mouth opened and closed, trying to get rid of the wretched soil he'd tasted.