Verdigris Ravine 'tis time that i fare from you

S'ari only knows she had some kind of... lingering fever, she said, in response to his question. The others tell S'ari that she was responsive enough to eat and drink, but barely. She did not talk, and mostly slept fitfully. Honestly, S'ari does not remember most of her time being ill. She must have been very close to death... The coyote did not like to think too much about her illness, about how close she had come to returning as sand to the Desert. She was not afraid of death, but that did not mean she wanted to die quite so young. She was only two years old, in her prime. Now was not her time to return her soul to the sands.

She shook her head at the yearling. S'ari thanks you for your concern, but she is perfectly happy as she is. S'ari ate a little while ago. She listened as Talisman spoke a bit about his own life. There are many wanderers like you, many who have no one place to call home. S'ari has met many such nomads; the Home Tribe often took your kind in for a night or two, swapping stories and meals. Here, her voice softened, and she said, She is sorry about this one's mother. S'ari did not have a close relationship with either of her parents, but... to some, those relationships mean everything.