Verdigris Ravine the road goes ever on and on

The cat seemed, for a moment, as if she were playing with her food. S'ari could almost feel its claws on her, its maw breathing in her ears before it tore her to shreds. But then the cat spoke of something that made her still in her incessant pacing, and she stared in wonder instead.

There was a tribe, here? Not her Tribe, but a tribe. At once, her nervousness left her, to be replaced by a wondrous excitement. S'ari is part of a wandering tribe much like yours, she said, her brown eyes shining in the Desert sun. Her own tribe is far from here, for its members often wander for years, breaking off from the group to go far and wide. It, too, offers wares and songs and stories. S'ari would love to join you in the sharing of these things. She spoke quickly, her tail wagging like a whip. It has been long since coyote has met others so like her.