Redsand Canyon Twerking at the hoedown

Germanicus explained it in terms the boy could understand, although he still didn’t quite follow the “orderly” bit. He supposed he would find out soon enough. Was he really going to spontaneously join ranks with a group of total strangers, after days of indecision?

His stomach answered for him with a loud gurgle. Atreus followed the swarthy man without hesitation, just hoping they were headed in the direction of a meal. He snorted at the offered name. “Ick”? But it sort of rhymed with his given name. And beggars couldn’t be choosers, could they?

What is this place called? he asked, looking around at the walls rising around them. I mean, you said the pack’s name but what, uh… He gestured at their surroundings, then looked to Germanicus, hoping he somehow understood what he was asking.