It was funny to think how quiet life in the dunes had been, and all it took was for his lady switch to go awol to stir everything up for it to become quite lively. He doesn't regret stepping on her toes and having a roll in the sand with the pretty marceline, nor does he regret his past transgressions with a certain cat boy. His biggest regret is not telling her just how much he loved her until recently, remembering the words he’d repeated to her even with the anger of their neighbor bearing down on them. His switch gave him a bad case of whiplash, but he wouldn’t trade her for the world.

At least now she didn’t run the opposite way when he came calling and their son had calmed down on his efforts to piss off his father. So the dunalino walks a little easier without always having to look over his shoulder for a new surprise barreling his way, or in Switch’s case, away from him. He makes the rest of the rounds that night, double checking the border between him and that rafe guy before heading in the direction of the nearest oasis, his throat burning despise the drop in temperature. Marc’s scent vaguely comes to him but he is not in the mood to receive another lashing by yet another mare’s fiery temper, seeking instead the cool body of water in which he’d made his bed by. So he ignores her absence for now.

Yet while he may have wanted peace and quiet it seems he is not alone this starry night, for his oasis was currently occupied by a pale creature that looked as though she’d been made from the sands of the desert themselves and before he can help himself he finds his leg’s pulling him to her, just like a moth to a flame. Her whispered words to the starlit night are foreign but it further draws him in to take the steps into the water.

“Whispering your prayers to the beautiful night?,” he keeps his tone mellow and low when announcing himself, a gentle whisper just for her to hear. His wolfish gaze is amused to find another mare wandering willingly into his home, cutting out the hard part of having to find them himself when they all just kept coming. Switch wasn’t going to be happy, but when was she ever?

“It’s really something,” his gaze had followed her own up to the sky but they drop to let his eyes travel the length of her body, the white across her belly and sides making him think of the stars that twinkle above them in delight, a treasure of the sands she was he then decides.

“May I join you my fair lady?”.