Rosewater Oasis the sands of time

When a snarl broke the quiet air, Ezen was already on her feet and spinning to face her attacker. Hackles raised and fur bristling, she regarded him with a beady stare, a warning growl ripping from her own throat. Don't take another step, or else. 

The man appeared larger than her, but not by much. She could take him in a fight if she had to. "The water is invitation enough," she countered. Were desert men always this dense? "It's a little stupid to make your home here, don't you think? There will always be strangers knocking at your door."