Redsand Canyon Blood on a Marble Wall

Like clockwork, it wasn't long before she heard Donovan's heavy pawsteps on the sand. 
It was a comforting thought, the fact she had him so manipulated, so eager to follow her. Sure, he ran Amok with his boys, but they were toys. Replaceable. She was the only shewolf who stood by his side, on his level. And when the time comes, she would be the first- and only- woman to carry his children. As much as she hated the little parasites she knew the value they had. 
He spoke, and she swum towards him, the boyancy of the water easing the pressure on her chest. 
"I've never seen anything like it. It's beautiful, isn't it? The whole beach looks like its soaked in blood. I don't believe in gods or signs," she laughed dryly, "But if I did I think this would be pretty obvious. I've seen some good sized fish in the deeper water, too."