Uncharted lands

Thorn had walked about for an hour in the wraith woods and now was lying on the ground, a large piece of parchment in front of him.  It seemed an easy area to get lost and thus one requiring a good map.  This was the first of many stops he planned to make in these woods to get a full picture, slow but for the best details.  Thorn held a piece of chalk in his mouth, making soft lines, ones that could easily be overlooked once darker lines were formed.  

There were so many trees that looked the same he had a hard time deciding how to make the map useful.  He could use the trees as landmarks but trees grew, they fell down, and other animals could change their looks and yet they were the most noticeable figure.  

With a sigh, Thorn made an ‘x’ for where he had entered with pale lines to make boundary lines.  It was a start, small as it was.  Staring ahead Thorn looked intently at the trees, the path, and anything else he could find to try and determine solid landmarks.

"Thorn Carpathius"