Rosewater Oasis in the shadow of the obelisk

all good with andalib canonically!

One might have expected even the youthful exuberance of Andalib to have wavered, given the trials that seemed to dog their every step. However, one would be wrong. He was still light on his paws, a mote of dust on an ornery wind.

The only thing that had any hope of dampening it was the cautious way Andalib sometimes watched Gucci — as if the other would fall still and silent. The thought made his stomach twist. He had swore he would see Gucci to Vahanet, and he would hold to it! He would fight whatever gods he needed if he were to see it true! He had ranted as much to a puddle once.

He jolted then, glancing aside as his companion curiously, before he barked a startled oh! of realization.

The oasis ahead of them was a welcome sight, he couldn't wait to roll in its waters and indulge in its berrywine. The very thought almost made him swoon here and now. Instead, he inhaled a too-big breath for awkward lungs, and howled a long beckon. He was excited, almost deathly so. Their goal was just ahead. We're here, greet us!