Redsand Canyon My time is running low

He could feel the man wake up.
A soft tension coming over him; excitement perhaps.
A soft laugh escaped him, sending shivers down his spine and making his tail twitch.
He had waited too long for this.

Soft kisses and nips adorned his neck now, and Derg tilted his chin up, looking up outside the den.

Donovan pressed into Derg and he leaned into the touch as he slid across his chest.
His face caught in the loop of the wolf-dog tail. Pulling him to follow, which he did.
He sauntered alongside Donovan as they slid further into the darkness.
He jostled into his side, teeth playfully coming to nip his shoulder and neck. He was bigger than Ronnie, and probably demanded a greater level of roughness for it to actually hit.

His eyes shone brightly as he looked to Donovan, his hip bumping brindle.