Rosewater Oasis Goodbye, sweet things

Meridian was annoyed by his banter. The temperature was rising as the sun climbed higher into the noonday sky. She waded further into the shallow pool before replying. No, no it isn't. What do you have to do with where I live? Nosy busybodies were the worst. Meridian realized that if he wished so, the tribe would accept him, and she would have to deal with, what she thought was an obnoxoius canid, on a regular basis. She hoped it wouldn't come to that. Perhaps it would be best for him to stay by his water hole.