Rosewater Oasis the palatine has all but fallen now,

Ah, political machinations, S'ari said staring mock-wisely at the wolf, still upside-down, which only made her look ridiculous. This is not S'ari's strong suit, no. She has no wish for leadership and no patience for scheming, unless it is for fun. She sighed, looking away from the wolf and up at the clear blue, hot sky. The Tribe, her birth pack, is free of such things... usually. It has no real leader, and so there is no rank to fight for. And when one wishes to leave, one can do so with no worry for retaliation. The Tribe is like... water, yes? It moves and flows freely, and if one drop comes or leaves, it does not affect the whole, much, but it still leaves its mark. So it is with each grain of sand that makes up the Tribe of the Desert. S'ari grew restless there, and so she left. And then she went back. And then she left again. This is normal for those of the Tribe.

Thus, S'ari went on about her family's home, talking, as she was wont to do, generally uncaring if the others actually enjoyed listening to her. S'ari did not speak for them, but for herself. It was a weakness of hers, and she owned it with pride.