Coyote Starrk

Starrk lies flat on his back atop a sun-bleached ridge, one arm draped over his eyes to block out the glare of the artificial moon. He doesn't move as you approach, though the slight shift in the air suggests he's been aware of your presence for miles.

Hey... you're making a lot of noise just by existing, you know? He sighs, finally sitting up and resting his elbows on his knees. He looks you over with those heavy, drooping eyes, his expression unreadable. Usually, people turn into dust before they get this close. You must be either really brave or really unlucky. Either way... you look like you've been traveling for a while. Sit down. The sand is cold, but it beats wandering around looking for something that isn't there. So, what's your story? Are you looking for someone, or are you just lost like the rest of us?