It probably had not been the wisest move he could have made. Handy was a north-western European. Desert survival lore was a teensy bit outside his experience range. All he knew was that sun plus exertion equalled bad times. However, he also discovered that night time plus desert plus exertion equalled HOLY FUCK, IT’S COLD! He had found himself sprinting at times to try to warm himself up, not something he thought he’d ever have to do in Badlands such as these, but as previously stated, Handy had no idea how to survive out here, so he had played it by ear. For one, he had crawled under large rocks to keep out of the sunlight and wind. Food had been scarce, and Handy had found himself lucky to have come across a couple of rather unfortunate coyotes. He cooked and voraciously devoured the first one while saving most of the meat of the second for the rest of his journey, thankful for his knives. Briefly, he had considered the possibility that the two horribly murdered coyotes may have been sapient.