As she crest another dune, she would see the young man standing there, looking out to the waters where she had been running aligned to. After another crest in her run, it was she which he looked to now with smoldering liquid eyes, bright like the sun and who wore a golden circlet crowning his face. A handsome young wolf, easily standing out in the seemingly endless sands.

She would close the distance between them swift, if he were to allow it. Ra shines upon you, desert walker. She had seen others before, yet had not spoken with them. Her focus being primarily on the task given to her. Now that she must wait, she made to socialize...or, attempt to. It had been so many years past since she had done such a thing.