Redsand Canyon Creatures of the Night

He hums softly to her, standing back up he’s nudges her softly with a leathery nose. His snout pressing to the crown of her head briefly and he’s turning around to pad back into his den where it’s mostly dry. Or at least dryer than outside is. 

He’s gazing over his shoulder to give her an inviting look. An offer to sleep in his den. Hell they curled up to each other the first time they met. What would make it so different now?