Rosewater Oasis red desert dunes

He would have stood and allowed the stone to pierce straight through his foot if it had been necessary. Allow the woman to choke and inhale his blood, taste the metallic tang of her own murderer before she lost her senses. He gritted his teeth together as he continued to press her down into the water, only to look up when heard sloshing in the shallows and felt Widower's hip shove against his. 

He was reluctant to surrender his grip on the coyote who infuriated both him and Widower, but he also knew it was best to steer well clear of Widower when she was angry. He stepped back, giving her space to pull the sunworshipper from the water and dispose of her weakened body upon the dry sands. He dove toward her, growling, teeth clacking at her heels to usher her away, leaving behind a bloody pawprint every time he set his foot on the ground.