Rosewater Oasis segunda

Moving forward with a slow, casual mosey, the sandwolf spotted the oasis in the distance and made a path for it. He knew drawing closer to expect some amount of altercation; water-starved creatures suffered madness from the heat and often coveted the water source. Usually those unaccustomed to the brutality of the region.

Having been a local for some time now, it was all in a day’s work to get to the oasis and have a drink. He knew when to save his energy, and when to make a meal out of competition.

But when the competition was a woman, and he caught a glimpse of her bathing, he surrendered the pool of water to her for some time. Content to watch with dark, dancing eyes and a crooked grin.