Practice run
There is no indication of what time of day it is in the Lernean swamp. The sky overhead is grey as always. The mists are just as thick. In the stunted trees the hum of insects is nearly defening. Something, however is new. A sound cuts through the chitinous chorus, a sound that has not been heard in this desolate place in quite some time. It is a wet noise. A loud noise. The tell tale rhythmic noise of a bipedal creature slogging its way through the semi-solid terrain.
Cerberus isn't exactly sure which way is the correct path, but he's quickly discovered the benefits of having a smaller shape in a wasteland where the ground ahead has equal chances of actually being ground or a clump of highly concentrated water weed.