Rosewater Oasis i'm just a realist, friend

The keen-eyed coywolf could spot a thirsty wanderer even when the horizon was drenched in mirage. For all the ambition he had, he had little to show for it aside from the few tumbled gems he had stashed in a vulture's nest. Given the Oasis was haunted only by himself and Widower, there was no reason yet to be a gatekeeper when faced by lone wanderers. The water persisted; he saw no need to be a jealous guardian especially when he hadn't enough blood to shed for it. 

The wolf looked less desperate than most, didn't drag his feet and while he seemed to hang his low as he walked, he appeared more lost in thought than anything. 

The coywolf had been laying near the pool's edge but sat up as the stranger came close enough for Tumbleweed to catch his eye colour. He didn't speak out, musing to himself perhaps that the loner had more important things on his mind than chatting with a stranger.