Redsand Canyon gravis

His father moved to act upon him.

Force of will - and pure strength - lifted the rotund boy to his feet. He still pouted but now he wailed a cry, distressed that the choice was taken away from him, flustered over having his own will ignored. But he was on his feet.

When released he would shake the feeling of those teeth from his nape and begin to saunter along, and soon enough was huffing and puffing like an ornery piglet.