Heavenfall

He clicked his tongue once in disgust. "I help-help fix."

She raised her an eyebrow and gestured toward the map. "We have ink. Feel free to correct it."

The Brave-Warrior-of-Black-Moonset gave something of a scoff as the ink was presented.

What a primitive form of record keeping... An entirely visual presentation... no means of providing scent knowledge for greater understanding of the proper places to avoid pain. And you have to soil your fingertips in the process... So crude.

He dipped his finger in the ink and began making scribbles at different points in the suggested path showing where there would be obstacles they weren't fully aware of.

After finishing he took the corner of the map and wrapped it around his finger to wipe it off.

"Path always change-change... Enemy set ambushes. No careful, fall into trap. Have to change path if too much pain-present."

She opened her mouth to point out the brush, but it was too late, and he was already using his finger. Well, whatever worked for him. "We'll have our scouts keep an eye out."

“Nose better than eye.” He replied as he examined his work.

"That's only true for the Nezumi," she noted.