Redsand Canyon gravis

This was not a fun game, Cornelius had decided in the back of his mind. He trolloped after his father, gut swinging, steps occasionally missing their mark; it led nowhere, and he was passing by so many scents he wanted to investigate!

He did have love for his father, and Cornelius also associated the adults with food, so he was propelled to the red wall by that connection. By the time he stopped - and Germanicus decreed that he rest - the boy was breathing heavily, snottily, and spat phlegm in to the dirt.

No, not fun. No-fun-dad.