Rosewater Oasis A white stag pulls up a stool and bellows hymns to enchantments.

To that, she shook her head. In truth, the black coyjackal hadn't the courage to face S'ari and tell her of her adventures in the mountains. 

She was hoping Zoug would relay that information back to the she-coyote.

Not know. Busy. 

If a canid could have an unhealthy coping mechanism, Kusuma's was throwing herself at her job and forgetting most aspects of life. Her days revolved around hunting because it took effort from her head that she couldn't use to think for too long. 

It were the pups' kicks against her belly that reminded her she was eating for more than herself, and that she couldn't afford to simply not eat. They weren't guilty.

Wolf... name? 

she really didn't want to know, but polite conversation would hopefully keep the wolf from turning her into a fur rug.