Svala grinned as she strode into the prairie. Now, this was more like it. She could see for miles here, gazing over the waving grasses in their green and gold finery. The wind was picking up now but she felt better knowing that she wasn't too far from her den. Hopefully she could get there before it rained but in order to do so she'd need to cross the prairie. She also wasn't quite sure about leading the strange young man to her den. Perhaps he had somewhere else he was going?
Oh, speaking of… Svala reached into her pack and pulled out a piece of hide dotted with charcoal markings. Her temporary map. She'd redo it in ink, adding the new notes to the more complete one later. She unrolled the hide and took a stick of charcoal that had been mixed with clay to make it stronger. She marked a line for the boundary between the prairie and the briar. "Which way are you headed Hyperion?"
