Rosewater Oasis I desire violently—and I wait.

Bog turned to forest, and forest to rolling grasslands. Weathered paws crossed more terrain than she had ever seen. Trees that stretched towards the sky, brushing against the hands of the gods. Plains that shimmered like gold and silk with the icy winds of winter. The cold was unknown, a stranger to the woman who looked as if she herself was made of snow. Seeking out warmth, comfort, she found herself in a completely foreign biome. One made of sand and blazing sun. While she reflected the light like a cut diamond, she could feel the sun burning at the pink flesh of her snout and ears. She missed the shade and veils of her home more than ever as her white paws sunk into the warm sand. 

It had taken longer than she could handle to get her coat back to pristine after the mud incident. Finally though, she was satisfied with her cleanliness. Sand would certainly be a bother, but she couldn't see herself staying for long anyways. Dune after dune, it all looked the same. The sun burned at her eyes, a squint developed that she feared would be permanent. Blue eyes searching for respite, she spotted a dark silhouette atop a nearby dune. Almost otherworldly, the tall figure wavered under the heat of midday. He hadn't noticed her yet, or at least, he gave no indication that he had. Trudging towards the mound of sand, she stopped halfway up. Raising her head, she stood below him with an air of superiority that she rarely seemed able to shake. 

I seek shelter. Asylum. Do you know of such a place? Liora questioned, beckoning the stranger closer with the foreign lilt of her voice.