Rosewater Oasis shallow eyes

mayhaps a @Widower ?

The sun dipped below the mountains as the warrior emerged, casting long shadows across the sand. Rarely did she stray far from the cool waters of the Oasis, Tumbleweed in the back of her mind always while she patrolled the borders. Though it was as much her duty to him keeping her here as it was the sanctuary that water brought, for she was not accustomed well enough to the desert to journey far from its life-giving embrace.

Cocking her leg, she left her mark before following the trail of a cottontail into the brush. The normalcy of the hunt set her mind at ease to wonder - she thought of the spider, of the sand man's vulture who circled like a flag of death in the sky. And she thought of the gemstones that these wolves were drawn to. Like beggars to a coin, it was intriguing, if not amusing, to consider what value a shiny rock could have to someone. Though it did not interest her personally as such, the sand-man was greedy for them, and for him she would hunt them as she did any rabbit.