I have no feet yet guide every traveler across land and sea. I never speak but always point when north is the secret I keep. In hands on maps or locked inside a sailor s careful kit I help the lost find their way through fog storm and forest alike. Though I do not choose the path I make sure you know which way to go. What am I?

I’m drawn without pencil, I’m walked without feet. I’m found where choices gather - and where journeys meet. I can twist through forests, or cut through aftermath. Follow me long enough, and you’ll discover your...

Hokay, so here's ME, chilling. Dang! That is a sweet ME you might say, round! Alright, ruling out the Ice Caps melting, meteors becoming crashed into us, the Ozone layer leaving and the Sun exploding, we're definitely going to blow ourselves up

The world’s largest rodent is I, in South America I live and die.

I carry lands to the sky by their colorful cloths, and tether their borders against winds.