Only when the mahogany woman is sure that Fell has gone, and that she has criss-crossed her hoofprints through the Dunes enough to confuse even the most skilled tracker, does she dare to turn towards the main oasis that borders the Desert. She and Quinn had a lot to talk about.

Fell’s appearance in the Dunes brought with it a lot of unanswered questions. It did not help that the black stallion had no voice and that her temper and attention left much to be desired. Nonetheless, it had not taken a genius to gather what it was that he sought, to seal an alliance between the Dunes and whatever herd he had somehow managed to secure on Tinuvel. Was this because he had somehow bartered an alliance with Solomon? Was he working as a sort of double agent for the ice king? Did Solomon hold something over Fell? If only Rougaru knew of what his son has been up to. She could see it now, the fury and rage coursing through the chocolate stallion’s veins as he roared his son’s name and went charging after him to demand an explanation. The image was so exhilarating and refreshing that had she not her own pressing matters at hand, she might have marched straight over to the Desert to tattle like a child.

However securing Rhaenys’ protection took precedence and so as much fun as it seemed, for now she let the idea slide to the backburner. The oasis was near the border anyway so it was not like she wasn't going the right way. With any luck, the chocolate stallion would choose this time to visit the watering hole for a drink himself and she could manage to kill two birds with one proverbial stone. Yet when she tops the final dune cap and gazes down on the paradise of tall trees and green grasses, she cannot help hide her disappointment. Her near black eyes scan the edge of the distant shoreline and the green expanse beyond but there is no sign of the powerful old wolf. He had not come yet to drink or he and his herd were elsewhere in the desert today. Oh well.

A disappointed sigh leaves her lips and Nyimara gives her proud head a shake to rid herself of such depressing emotions. It was temporary afterall.

Movement from her peripheral catches her attention and immediately her keen gaze settles on the dark form of Quinn. He might not be her idea of handsome, that still was wrapped neatly in the smoky blue package of Bjorn; but he did have a way about him that caused the blood in her veins to burn and the rhythm of her heart to quicken. ’It’s just approaching autumn.’ she tells herself as her lithe legs pick up a swifter gait. Hungrily she drinks in the strong curve of muscles across his back and the ripple of his white splashed sepia skin. ”Quinn…” she purrs, slowing her rapid pace to something more akin of a hunting panther. Pale lashes blink coquettishly as she offers him a sultry grin. ”I have missed you.” she toys, reaching her sleek neck forward to allow her ashen labrums to tease the sleek dark hairs of his cheek.

For a moment longer her touch lingers, her fetid breath hot against his skin. Ravenously she drinks in the musky scent of his body, letting it fuel the fires of her hunger. ”Are you ready to play a game?” she whispers, pressing her slender form closer to his own. A coy grin overpowering the seductive display she had moments before displayed as her dark eyes rose to meet the ice blue of his own expectantly.