Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

When Lasher joined him, Peregrine turned his head sideways and smiled. He resisted the fleeting temptation to lick his companion's cheek again, instead realigning his swarthy muzzle so that it pointed somewhere in the vicinity of the Big Dipper. He took a deep breath of the cool April night air, simply enjoying the views in cozy quietude.

He closed his eyes, focusing on his senses of touch and smell for a moment. Lasher's scent was both familiar and comforting, as was the soft warmth that emanated from his figure beside Peregrine. The Alpha male felt deeply content... so much so that he unwittingly slipped into a drowsing state, his breaths becoming slow and deep.