Rosewater Oasis Goodbye, sweet things

"True, but-" He interjected, before he listened to her make her point. "Exactly. We'd be dead." He said simply. "Even wolves who worship the moon, darkness, some god of the dead...I wouldn't be convinced that they never felt the sun's light after a season of rain, a frigid, dark night, and felt ungrateful for it." He said. All creatures relied on the sun for nutrition and warmth, after all. And even those who made sacrifices would need living things in order to worship whoever it was they worshipped. 

"You've chosen the right place to worship the sun," He said, squinting as he peered up into the sky. "Have you ever lived outside of the desert?"