Sly Fox Sand Dunes [m]e and you and awkward silence

S'ari liked this one. At his words, calling her his savior, she gave him a flirtatious look out of the corner of her eye, one corner of her maw lifting in a coyote-grin. Just call S'ari the angel of the desert, yes?

Alphus, she repeated, thinking. It sounds... northerly. Is this one from somewhere cold? Ice? Snow? Mountains, perhaps? Or tundra? When he asked if she lived here, she gazed around at the her surroundings and smiled. The Desert is S'ari's home. She wanders from place to place, but she will never go past the mountains to the west. Among S'ari's Tribe, Coyotes believe that the Desert sand flows through our veins. We die when we leave for too long, wither away to nothing, until our bones turn to sand and are carried on the wind back to the Desert.