Rosewater Oasis the sands of time

The thirst that came with the desert was cruel and harsh. It drew every ounce of moisture from your flesh, turning your throat as dry as the sand beneath your feet. It was harsh, but it was not new. For Ezen, navigating this landscape was second nature and she knew perfectly well how to conserve water.

An oasis up ahead drew her towards it as it had many others. There were fresh traces of wolves here, a group maybe? Their scents were too muddled to properly determine how many had passed through, and so the desert woman decided to take her chances.

Ears swivelling and fur bristling in anticipation, she slipped to the water's edge and began to drink in long, deep gulps.

for @Arslan / @Samirseti