Rosewater Oasis The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.

Tumbleweed. What an ironic name. He may have almost slipped a chuckle, but was quick to catch himself.
Nice ta meet ya. A rumble of deep baritone; a greeting of sincerity, in the best way he could give. I was given the name Warrigal, but most just call me Dingo. Both meant the same, but the latter was simply easier.
The offer to drink was evident when the man stepped aside; and yet, Dingo felt bashful accepting so eagerly. Hope ya don't mind me takin' a swig of yah wader. A note of humbleness, before Dingo strode forward and dipped his muzzle down to take a drink. 
Once he'd drank enough to cease his thirst, for now, he turned back the oasis man. So how long you been ahround, 'ere? Rosewater, as ya call it?