Rosewater Oasis bloodstream

The desert moonlight found the warrior pacing the shallows, inky paws creating ripples in the surface of the pool as she herself remained deep in thought. She meant to leave before the sun awoke, hoping it would give her enough time to reach the distant mountains before the day heat set in. But there was something - or rather someone - she wanted to speak to first.

Water spilled from her jowls as she wetted her throat from the dry air, calling low for the presence of the sand man. No matter how alien she felt here, as she waited for @Tumbleweed to arrive, assuming he was awake, there was something about watching the moon through the palm fronds that brought a sense of comfort. For it was the same moon that oft would see her train beneath the stars.

if/when you have time c: