Broken Boulder It’s not working for me here.

Khali accepted her muzzle into his shoulder and embraced it for a moment. He saw in her eyes she would be okay for the night, knowing that he yawned. Finally he was feeling a bit more tired than usual. The man saw her canter off and watched as she disappeared toward the boulder. Their talk was something he needed in his life much more than what she knew, and in his mind he thanked her for that. 

The sandy man trotted off to his den where he would likely rest through the night and some of the morning. He would wake up late and be rested thoroughly thanks to the dark wolf he had a conversation with the night before.