Rosewater Oasis Goodbye, sweet things

Little more than the flick of an ear was given to the sight of another wolf approaching. Cloaked in darkness, he drank fully the advantage of being unseen- at least for the time being- and inhaled her scent with a series of silent sniffs. He flicked his tongue over his nose to wet it, discerning that her scent was mingled with that of other wolves. A social creature, then- a social butterfly, potentially. The coyote had pretty features; eyes that reminded him of a flower he'd seen once, when he'd roamed further inland. Foxglove. He determined then that her looks could be similarly as dangerous. 

He wanted, of course, but not for conflict- and knew that a coyote attached to others might bring an end to his plans. Of course, now that she'd found his oasis...There was very little he could do to keep her from it. For now, anyway. 

He yawned and stretched, making himself audible as he sat up. A swift shimmy shook sand from his pelt and he regarded the coyote with light humour in his sleepily blinking eyes. He looked at her as though spotting her for the first time, post-nap. With the humility of a grand king, he lifted one foot and gestured toward the water, expecting her to be lightly startled at least by his presence. "Please," His lips smiled warmly. "Drink."