Rosewater Oasis The plagues

Andalib almost hung off of every word, skepticism falling out of sight, absorbing every syllable. To hear himself aligned with the standard of a people, it was beyond his wildest imagination. He could forgive the sharp note to the smiles before him, the dangerous flag of motion and silver-tongued inclinations drifting past in but a whisper; especially as the smile turned to something warm, something drawing him closer into the trap.

He had wandered for quite a while, and even some place to call home for a little while was enticing. He wanted for little, but there was no joy in denying himself the joking and jesting and prancing around there was to be done in a pack.

Though, he gave a little snarky side glance, looking around the Oasis with an exaggeratedly suspicious look on his face, Vahanet.. does it have many?

It didn't hold much importance to him at all, whether it was four or ten or twenty strong, but Andalib was always one to challenge the standards put out before him - especially at the expense of catching others on the wrong foot.

Either way, Andalib was clearly not going to turn down the offer, tail wagging as he nodded; a night's retreat in a beautiful, god-blessed even, Oasis was enough to convince him. The idea of treading across the sands again at the moment sounded abhorrent compared to the cool waters before him and the shade of the trees scantily drifting above. Thank you, Pharaoh. It is a-- blessing.

He had dipped his head awkwardly in another bow, tail still wagging behind him, juvenile jubilance dancing through his frame as he leapt back straight to his paws; already sauntering back across the grass, keen to sniff through the little nooks and crannies of the Oasis in the only way a puppy could.