Rattleskin Redoubt Quartz

Meridian turned around, looking for the source of the voice. She thought she could have seen her own shadow, but quickly identified it as another coyote. A darker one. Cursed shadow faithless! The other's words rattled her. Oh, and what do you suppose I should do? Fly to it? She sniffed disdainfully, making her frustration at everything around her clear as day. She could smell others on this interloper, and one particular scent stood out. She recalled the coywolf from not to long ago, the one who had fouled the oasis. Remind your friend not to go soiling water, would you. Perhaps this coyote had been a victim of his impudence, but Meridian couldn't care less.