Redsand Canyon My time is running low

It seems he'd woken him up.
He groggily came to peer out at whoever was making suck a racket, and his voice was gritty and hard.
Cute.
A smirk twitched at his lips and he trotted up to the man's den, tail swaying side to side, but he held it higher than the Grandmasters.

He greeted him with a touch of his nose and quickly continued to nibble through his cheek fur up to his ear. He smelt faintly of blood and smoked oak with the strong tang of salty water. Like the ocean.
"It's been a while," he whispered haughtily, bringing himself around to press their sides together, gently nipping his cheek.