Gutaxun was fed, he was happy, so he was quite eager to listen to the commands of whoever steered him. He ran at an average speed of 15 mp/h, or 24 km/h which was fast enough for the team to make quick progress across the mountainside, and slow enough to prevent them from flying off of Gutaxun after every bump, or hole he ran into.
Everyone was comfortable. Anna insisted to keep steering Gutaxun, because despite the injuries she suffered today, she wanted to protect the only two people she held close and dear in this odd life. Considering the sacrifices she made today, she was truly the best person for the job.
At some point, approximately five kilometers before they made it to the grasslands, her skills were put to the test.
