In a hidden corner of the oasis, a rocky outcrop sheltered a coywolf from the harsh desert sun. Only a finger of light broke through the cracks, casting the shallow cave in an orange glow and illuminating the woman in prayer within. Forehead pressed to the sunwarmed stone, Ezen muttered words of strength and good fortune for Anurash and the Clan. Could they hear her?
There had been no sign of the fabled prophet and she wished dearly he was here to guide her.
Lost in thought, Ezen tiptoed to the water's edge and began to clean the dust from her paws with long, languid swipes of her tongue. There was no rush, she told herself. There was time to savour the oasis while she was here.
There had been no sign of the fabled prophet and she wished dearly he was here to guide her.
Lost in thought, Ezen tiptoed to the water's edge and began to clean the dust from her paws with long, languid swipes of her tongue. There was no rush, she told herself. There was time to savour the oasis while she was here.
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