Rosewater Oasis red desert dunes

He saw the tracks left behind in the sand by the sun worshipper, and noticed with disdain that they led toward the Oasis. His ears flicked and whiskers flared when he wetted his lips with his tongue. An earthy growl rumbled like distant thunder in his chest as he began to move back toward the Oasis, hastening his step when heard voices raise.

Bristling, the coyotes faced one another, both primed for a fight. He heard the sun worshipper make yet another remark that curdled his blood, and he decided then that she would be given no mercy. 

”You know what would happen if the sun came down and drank from our Oasis?” He mused hypothetically, inserting his voice- calm like cool waters in comparison to the crackling tension between the women- before it dropped. ”It’d drown.” 

He didn’t even need to look to Widower. He knew she would be up for the task- and he closed in on Meridian, keeping himself between the coyote and the water so she might not easily escape the grace he intended for her.