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

me rn: yo, are they gonna Do The Thing, or what? LMAO

This wolf was too easy, too kind, too flirtatious with her. She wondered if he was only using her for his own purposes, or if he did this with every woman he met. Or perhaps he really did like her enough to flirt a little.

He spoke a little of his homeland, and it sounded just as green and boring as everywhere else she'd ever heard about, though she did not say this aloud. No doubt, most wolves thought the desert a horrible, treacherous place--though only because they did not know how to survive in it. But what was life without a little challenge?

'If you can not leave the desert without dying, why not just bring a piece of the desert with you?'

The question made her smile. It is not so simple as that. Bringing a piece of the desert with us does help. It sustains us further than we would otherwise be able to go, but there is no permanent cure for our withering disease. Many of S'ari's Tribe, S'ari included, are overcome by wanderlust, yes? We must travel, see the world, see all that we are missing by living our whole lives in the dunes and canyons. We go, we see, and months or years later, we all return to the Desert. Our wanderlust leaves us, we feel the call of the sun and heat and sand. That is all.