Sly Fox Sand Dunes wandering child of the earth

S'ari breathed a sigh of relief as both of the others moved away from the snake without trying to attack it. This was good. This was safe. There were some in her Tribe who would laugh and lunge and tease the snake--and possibly die. She loved her Tribe but sometimes they were stupid.

When they were far away from the snake, who was now slithering away on the sand, S'ari turned to face the newcomer, who now questioned her. S'ari is S'ari, she replied, dipping her head in greeting. Coyote welcomes you. This one is Zoug, she added, gesturing at the large male beside her. We have been taking refuge at the ravine, east of here. This one is welcome to join us. She did not confer with Zoug about this, partly because they could not understand each other, and partly because, in her mind, there was nothing to confer about. Tribe was Tribe. That was all.