arts and crafts

At long last Hyperion had been reunited with his siblings. He'd learned a lot from his recent traveling companions and he was determined to put that knowledge to use. For that reason he'd gotten his paws on a hide and some ink and a little bit of charcoal from one of the fires. He was going to make his own map, just like those skilled navigators. He'd rolled over what they'd done in his mind as he looked for a place to settle down and work.

When at last he'd found the perfect spot Hyperion flopped down and stretched out on his belly. He kicked out his hind legs, spread the hide out with his forelegs and then carefully set the shell with ink in it to the side. He wasn't particularly good at drawing so he was going to sketch the thing out in charcoal first. Easy peasy, right?