Rosewater Oasis the palatine has all but fallen now,

Oooo, S'ari replied dramatically, leaning forward a little as she listened to Dracarys, her eyes bright with interest. A land of bitter cold, ice and snow. So very different from Coyote's home. She cannot imagine, no... She gave a shiver, looking around herself and imagining snow falling all around. S'ari stays far away from places like that. Those of the Tribe die in the cold, away from the light and the heat, the spark of the Desert, our Mother.

As if to prove her point, she tipped over onto her side and rolled in the hot sand, coating herself in its warmth. Later, she would swim in the oasis to rid herself of the tiny kernels. And what is one from the far north doing here? Is this one some... intrepid explorer? A dashing adventurer? She looked at the man upside-down, on her back, her head thrown back to see him. A dangerous position if he wished to harm her, but she was still far enough away that if he moved an inch, she'd fly, and her dainty little legs would carry her tiny frame farther and faster across the dunes than any wolf could ever run.