Rosewater Oasis I speak in plastic

Close in the area, the moving form did not go unnoticed by the whisping shadow. 

Slithering to his side, she fell in step with ease. You've made friends already. Recollecting the interaction with the sniveling coyote, she remembered the way they had tarnished Tumbleweed so boldly. 

Widower now began to wonder just how many others he'd soiled a perfectly good alliance with. Other treasurers would be necessary for growth. But he already knew this. She wouldn't remind him. He was no helpless child.