((Heph, that's only one move for your hero. Diagonals count as one movement.
Nhiphanter, your giants are unused to travelling across open ground. While they may be familier with mountains and hills, the plains have different hazards that they are unfamilier with and would slow them down. Sinkholes, marshy ground, even a fear of open spaces (which actually DOES happen IRL. I live in a semi-mountanous/forested area. One time I visited the Great Plains region and I was totally dumbfounded by the sheer oppenness of it. When your out on a road that seems to extend forever in both directions, you get disoriented and dizzy fast. The same with your giants on plains.), not knowing how to forage and hunt as efficiently as your favored terrain, etc. Your giants wouldn't move any faster over plains.))
The sound of a distant voice not unlike the roar of the sands woke Kara, pulling her out of her feverish dreams with a jolt. It was hot, sweltering. The oaken pole she had used as a support for her tent... if it could be called that, a piece of hide held up by a stick and prevented from blowing away by bags filled with sand on every edge, groaned as the heat twisted it. The worn leather of her shelter letting pinpricks of light in to land against her thickening body. Fighting the inertia that attempted to make the vulpinian simply ignore the voice and return to sleeping, Karaman rolled over and lifted the edge of her shelter.
Kara froze as she saw the Dracon, her eyes growing wide. The massive reptile stood well over her, a cool intelligence in it's eyes as stalked only a few metres away from her camp. Sharp teeth, long fierce claws, twisted horns that rose to the heavens, all topped by a pair of thick, scaled wings. This creature was a killing machine, build and bred to hunt down and destroy those foolish enoug to cross the dunes. Like a demons of the old world it stood there, staring intently at her campsite as if waiting for something.
Karaman made to fight, raising on her hindpaws and pulling her staff free from the tent, tossing the leather cover aside with a quick shove. This beast, whatever it was, would not get a meal so readily. Cursing, Kara prepared herself to die fighting. She wouldn't give herself up this easily.
It was then that she noticed the Dracon's equipment. Karaman hesitated, swaying slightly as her internal burden began to betry her combat stance. With a scramble she plunged the end of the oaken staff into the ground, leaning against it heavily. Quietly she stared down the draconic creature before calling back, "Wh...who.... what are you?"