After treading for so long within the desert, it seemed the possibility of finding an oasis is scarce. Suddenly, over the edge of the dunes, you see an oasis and bring yourself to its water supply. From there, you feel a presence behind you, pointing their blade towards you

"Another washed up survivor, hm?"

My appearance is shown: black fur with contrasting white highlights along my muzzle, inner ear fur, the scar along my right eye, the tip of my tail, and my flowing hair