Rosewater Oasis red desert dunes

He would not have given up on his hold of the sunworshipper, but when Widower moved in to take over herself, she'd pulled the coyote from the water and sent her splashing to the side. And so, he could not understand why Widower was so upset- he would have driven the shard of whatever it was straight through his paw if it had meant keeping the woman's head underwater. 

He watched as both women turned their backs on him, one scuttling away only to shout something he would ignore, and the other in stony silence. He limped back into the shallow waters, panning the sand with his bleeding paw until he found what it was he was looking for, and pulled it from the water. 

His eyes widened. 

With its two sides perfectly flat and smoothe, it was only the stone's point that had caused him agony. But the gemstone itself gleamed yellow, like the sun- slightly translucent. Widower wasn't one to test, but he felt she would want to see the sparkling gemstone they had gained. 

"She left you a gift," He said, holding the precious gemstone in the paw that still bled little droplets of blood onto the sand.