Ocean of Grass

By now the wheels were turning in his mind. A map was a fantastic idea! He hadn't the slightest idea how to make one, but how hard could it be? A smooth-ish hide and some - what did she have there, charcoal? - was all it looked like he needed. He could learn to scribble. Couldn't be too hard, could it? Man, this was a great idea. He'd have a map in no time.

Hyperion glanced around again, this time with map details in mind as he mulled over the Prairie's features. He was going to have to commit all of this to memory and draw it up later. But what details would he make for this place? The Briar was a no brainer. He'd just draw a big tangle with pokey things sticking out of it and then mark through it with an X so he'd remember to not venture in again. But what about this place? Scribbling a patch of grass wouldn't do it justice. A wall of grass? Hm. It was something to think about. Maybe a landmark would jump out at him if he explored some more.

Out of the grass popped a neutral colored male. At his query Hyperion canted his head to the side. He knew Percy? The stranger then mentioned the party and it clicked. Hyperion smiled knowingly. That made perfect sense. "He is! And if you don't mind that would be great; got a bit turned around in that," he waved a dismissive paw at the Briar. "Mess." He glanced at Svala and then up at the sky as he tried to get a sense of direction from the foreboding clouds. "East of here, eh?"