Rosewater Oasis the palatine has all but fallen now,

though not a creature made for being idle, he enjoys the time sunbathing; feeling it warm his back, dry his fur from his swim in the crystalline waters, coupled by the dry wind blowing off the sands. his eyes close, nearing drifting off in what could only be considered a cat-nap, dracarys stirs from the almost-slumber at the sound of footfalls. soft. not as heavy as another wolf's.

he cracks open an eye to look at her, his sense of hearing proven right. her scent tells him she is a coyote. his meetings with them had not been pleasant thus far in his life, but curiously enough this one greets him in the common tongue.

rytsas, rasps the siren prince in his native tongue, before a mirthless half snort leaves him. for a moment, it was easy to loose himself, to think he was still in the territories of his home region. greetings, dracarys repeats in common. i have never conversed with your kind before. he admits in a low drawn, heavily accented common. he means nothing ill by his words, only stating his truth.