Hyperion was carefully picking his way up the side of the fjord. He was working on yet another map and in his time of practice he'd learned a thing or two. They no longer looked 100% like trash. Nah, he'd managed to get that knocked down to a solid 60%. Which just meant he could look at them without wanting to throw them into a fire immediately. They still weren't the sort of thing he would claim as his and if any of his siblings caught sight of them he'd deny they were representations of his current skill level.

On today's exploring and mapping quest was the dreaded Fjord. This steep bastard was challenging. It was no Briar; it was a blessing he wasn't getting torn to bits by thorns and brambles; but it had challenges of its own. If he was just a touch more in shape maybe it wouldn't be so bad, but until very recently he was more the lounge around and only get up food and fun type.

He paused near a large unique outcropping and took out his map. A landmark like this was noteworthy, he'd learned. Best to sketch it out in charcoal before he forgot what it looked like. That he'd learned from experience.

Sparrow had survived the misty island without even dying of pneumonia, which was great! There were still many- and hopefully better- lands ahead, and Sparrow was intent to look at them all. This place was... Faller's Fjord. It was steep with thickets of trees dressing the steep cliffs. It wasn't totally unlike the island Sparrow had recently come from, but boy howdy were her legs getting tired of all this climbing. She was tempted to strike this one off her list right away, but hesitated, trying her hardest to think of what might be some advantages and stuff to living here. She needed to think of that now so that if one day, for some reason, a pack moved here, she would be familiar with the layout.

What she didn't expect, was to already see another wolf in the distance- brilliantly colored and in an entirely different color scheme than her own family. He was hunched over for... some reason. Was he alright? Sparrow cleared her throat, "Hey- uh- dude? You okay or you got a hairball you're tryin' to cough up or somethin'?"

Hyperion very carefully held the bit of charcoal between his front teeth and tried to make neat, light lines on the map. It wasn't easy. He had to stare down his nose at the hide and the lines, and his eyes crossed easily which almost always led to a headache in seconds. If he wasn't careful he'd have to stop, raise his head and look at something distant to make the ache go away. It was annoying to say the least. So the work was slow and tedious, and quite quickly Hyperion's back began to arch and his shoulders hunch as he concentrated on the work. He was in that position when a woman's voice reached his ears.

His head was already down so he glanced under his armpit in the direction of the woman. The bit of charcoal was still sticking out of his mouth. Unaware of his appearance Hyperion gave her a quizzical look. He'd been so focused on what he was doing that her question just didn't make sense. How could what he was doing be mistaken for anything else? It just didn't commute. Hairball? "Huh?" Finally he looked at himself - really looked - and her question started to make sense. "Ohh," he mumbled his understanding around the charcoal and then straightened while spitting it out. "Yeah I'm good, just uh, you know, working on a map."

The man seemed confused and Sparrow gave him an almost puppy-like head tilt as she ambled over. Ok so not a hairball, that was good at least. So, no hairball and he was instead making... something. As he mentioned making a map, she leaped into a full sloppy trot, "Oooooooh a map!" she said, coming to peek at his work as if they were buddies from the get go. She peered over for a moment before hesitating, her smile sloppy and her tongue lolling out to the side, "Uhh... looks great but uhh... whassa map?" she asked, eyes glittering as she looked his face over, more interested in this map than any of his features.

A brighter man might have been put off by her familiarity, but all Hyperion could see as Sparrow invaded his space was that he was now side by side with an attractive woman. That, for him, was not something you looked too closely at. You just enjoyed it when it happened and chalked it up to your dashing good looks. "What's a map?" Hyperion repeated incredulously as though he hadn't just learned about them himself less than a season ago. "A map," he said grandly, "Is a thing that lays out all the important details of a land so you can navigate it easier." He gestured to a thin, dotted line that ran between shaky, poorly drawn landmarks. "That, for example, is the best route down to the bottom of the Fjord."