Rosewater Oasis red desert dunes

In a moment's notice of the slow trickle of blood merging with the pool of water, Widow's visage bloomed with delight. But when she discovered Tumbleweed's reaction, she knew then that the assumption had been wrong. It was not the sun-worshiper's blood; but in fact, it was his.
How it came to be there was unknown. And yet, quick displeasure faced the reality of it. Despite the burning desire to watch this coyote slowly cease to exist, the idea of a growing injury upon her companion was far less appealing.
Whirling around to the opposite side of the pool, Widower shoved Tumbleweed away, replacing his grip upon the neck of the impudent. Tugging upward, she pulled them from the water, letting their body fall against the sands without an inch of sympathy towards her roughness. Consider yourself lucky that we let you leave with your life. But know this... if I so much as catch even a glimpse of you, you will not part from these lands again. Rearing, she snarled. Now get out.
Once they had done as she'd said, assuming they were wise enough to take the once in a lifetime offer, the dark figure would turn toward her companion, a brow arching in an instance of concern, but also disappointment.