starry night, starry eyes

Cygnus was in search of something. Just what, though, he had no idea. Since embarking out on his own, he couldn't help but feel insatiable. His hunger was not for food though, but for things, pretty things, interesting things. His homelands were so different than this - during his youth he'd only known densely populated forests and mountainous terrain. Never in his life had he seen so much sand, nor had he ever seen so little refuge from the sun.

He was grateful when the sun finally began to set, just as he found a source of water. For the briefest moment he'd started wondering if he might be lost here forever, doomed to dry up under the sweltering sun, but he knew he was far too clever for such a fate. He'd figure it out, the same as he always did.

Apparently he wasn't the only one who had water in mind though. The scent of a wolf reached him and caused him to pause, nose wrinkling slightly and mouth opening as he explored their scent. Wolves were not entirely foreign to him, though he'd never had a proper conversation with one either.

Ah, well - what better time than now?

Making his way across the sand, noting the way the tall palm trees cast swaying, eerie shadows on the ground, he carefully headed toward the water. It was hard not to be a little awestruck by the sight that he saw once he crested the dune, surveying the oasis that opened up at the bottom. It was breathtaking! The backdrop of the gradually darkening sky, dotted with gleaming stars, only added to the already quite picturesque scene. The moon's reflection was bright on the still water, only broken up slightly by a calm breeze that drifted through the oasis.

His claws flexed slightly in the sand to keep his traction as he navigated down the dune, letting out a yowl of greeting once he got closer to the canine.

"Pretty awful place here, ain't it?" Came his form of greeting, a lazy smile spreading over his lips as he strode closer, his nub of a tail giving a slight wiggle.