Rosewater Oasis The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.

He had not thought it would be so, but there was, in fact, another who tread these lands. Much like him, with the stature of a coyote's nature. Smaller, but pure.
When a chuff sounded, it was taken as an invitation. The sand toned man drew closer, nose searching the stranger as he soon was in range to collect the scent. 
They smelled of this land. They had been here for many days, and perhaps would not leave. He wondered, now. Ya smell of this place. D'ya live here, awr pass through?