Rosewater Oasis i'm just a realist, friend

The man gave him some unsolicited advice that sounded more like an inspirational pep-talk from the naive. Not something he'd expect from someone as travel-worn as the man before him. Tumbleweed had considered many different means of forming a pack, but he knew until he had at least one or two who could actually guard the place, recruiting would only be for those who came near, like flies approaching the spider's web. 

And even then, the web remained relatively harmless, with only himself and Widower to watch over it. 

"Is that your technique?" He asked the lone man, with a squint of his eyes. As far as Widower could see, there were no others following him through the mirage.