Redsand Canyon My time is running low

Derg managed to gain his breath -- and strength -- back, he pulled himself from Donovan.
His dark tongue that had lapped his muzzle had left his fur swept the wrong way.
Derg moved alongside the Grandmaster, bumping his head into the huge shoulder with a breathy sigh.
That...was intense.

The Overseer pulled his head back, looking at the man with a soft sparkle in his eye.
Euphoria still washing over him.
He shivered, feeling a bit chilled from his exertion. He was glad for it though.

Derg slid to the floor, panting softly. He just wanted to cuddle and sleep.