Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

The morning is crisp, a welcome reprieve from the heat of midday. 
Her night of Debauchery was exhilarating, and she was exhausted from the effort of hurrying back and forth, and the mischief she had involved herself in. 
Her pelt reeks of sex and blood. Well if Donovan can go about reeking of his latest conquest, so can she. Seeing as this pack was becoming more of a damned harem than an actual cohesive force. 
She rose with the dawn, making short work of a pair of ground squirrels. Measly pickings, but she didn't exactly have the energy to hunt anything else. 
She dropped the squirrels in front of his nose, curling up against his body contentedly. 
"Good morning, Darling."