Rosewater Oasis bloodstream

The vulture flew off, a gem in its claws. With its nest built, Tumbleweed now had a place where his gems could be stored, though he'd had very little time to find some new ones. The exchange was brief- barely an interaction at all as he left the jackrabbit out on a dune, and a polished piece of turquoise beside it. The dark-feathered bird descended and picked up both, winging off without a word. It was how Tumbleweed preferred things while there were guests at the Oasis- discreet. 

He padded back toward the Oasis, approaching the water pool to see how the desert wanderer was doing after having been summoned. Revived by the waters of the Oasis, she would survive, and she looked rejuvenated, now that her thirst no longer plagued her. "I've been told these waters have healing properties," He said softly as he approached, a faint smile playing at his lips in the moonlight.