Golden Glade I feel like I'm the Paris of people

“i tracked you like a real hunter,” aengus said proudly to his father as he tumbled forward on stocky limbs. once he stood beside rannoch, the boy glanced upward, smile unfading. it was nice to be out there, just the two of them. the little bull did not feel as though he had to constantly battle for his father’s attention with stinky sionnach or eshe. hell, he didn’t even have to share the man with liffey! if every day could have been that way, aengus would not have complained.
 
“what doing, dad?” the boy asked rannoch with a curious tilt of his head. his father had certainly ventured far out there. he wasn’t going to admit it, but the trek had already made him far more tired than he had anticipated he would be. aengus wasn’t about to chicken out; he wanted the full one-on-one experience and he was going to get it.