Redtail Rise Obey your master

He found the nearest patch of shade outside the den and slumped to the ground, jaws parted and his tongue dangling from his mouth. Atreus found the July heat oppressive, particularly the direct sunlight. And the air inside the den was too stale and stuffy. There wasn’t much reprieve here, either, though at least there was a small breeze.

His constant panting made him thirsty, so eventually little Atreus pushed back onto his feet. He didn’t know that running would make him hotter faster, he just desperately wanted a drink. He broke into a fumbling run across the den’s dooryard, making a beeline toward the puddle he knew to be on the far side.