Tamara chuckles and churrs softly, her ear flicking as it's base is licked by Bitsa. She stands next to him, her flank pressed against his, looking at Fire and the maps with a soft smile, her tail flicking idly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Thoses maps are made in some plastic like fabric, which should make them more reislient to bad wheater and any sharp objects. I bought along some pens so you can style write down things on them... I don't know what directions Bitsa gave you, but I guess you're on for quite the trek, Fire.</span>