Rosewater Oasis I speak in plastic

There was no intention to seek out the coyote, nor those she surrounded herself with. By either of then, good riddance.

They're better left to their own antics, She muses bitterly, tail swishing in dismissal of the topic.

I want to find a special place to keep my findings, She tells him, moving on entirely in the hopes he might follow suit. Somewhere that can't easily be looted by those that come wandering through here. Know of any good places? He had been here longer than she, and it was her hope that he'd mapped it out well.