Sly Fox Sand Dunes stairway to neterikhet

The warm breeze carried a voice to her ears; a masculine tone, drifting like a whisper through the dunes. With a fluid turn, she faced the source, revealing a grayish boy with piercing violet eyes, cold as twilight.
„Greetings, young man!” Her voice, rich and smooth, spilled into the desert air, each syllable weaving into the shifting sands. She dipped her muzzle slightly, a gesture laced with poise. His question was fair; no soul wandered these dunes without purpose, not under the watchful blaze of the relentless sun. And yet… did she have one? Even Shiruyeh could not say for certain what she sought.
The woman took a step closer, her paws ghosting over the sand, leaving only the faintest trace, her tail dancing like a plume caught in the wind.
„I am,” a nod, firm yet introspective; a confirmation meant as much for herself as for him. „Tell me, do you know of an oasis nearby? My paws grow weary from the road.” A soft sigh escaped her lips as she lifted a forepaw, shaking off the weight of distant miles.