The southern heartland of Azawahasi, the Plains of Eregnar take their name from a legendary Sharabha hero whose deeds are still sung at tribal campfires. Open grassland stretches in every direction, broken only by scattered acacia trees and the constant movement of vast herds — antelope, wildebeest, and creatures large enough that even experienced hunters pause before committing to pursuit.
Multiple tribes range across the Plains in overlapping seasonal circuits, following the herds' migrations. Territorial rights are fluid: a tribe needing to cross another's grounds asks permission; refusal without cause violates honor codes held in higher regard than any treaty. The land itself seems to enforce this accord. Sharabha who walk the Plains report a heightened vitality, a closeness to their ancestral heritage that outsiders cannot feel. Some say the soil glows faintly on moonless nights — a residue of Shara Bolasi's sacrifice that first transformed the lion-folk and that the Plains still hold.