Redsand Canyon maiestas

cornelius rose to his father's voice. already he wore the eagle's pelt. the boy waved small legs in the air and struck against his siblings. germanicus reached out to carefully scoop his son closer, away from the other three.

"a good enough gambit, but it leaves you vulnerable to attack," the imperator intoned gravely, lowering his muzzle to whuff air over the boy's face and chest.

playing had never much occurred to him, not until these moments.