Redsand Canyon angel of [m]ercy

He had ended his day with a particularly grueling training session in which he sparred endlessly with various soldiers. It seemed the imperator was never going to call it quits. But, of course, he did eventually and they were all dismissed, feeling sore and exhausted. 

He was so looking forward to finding Aquene waiting for him in their den; it was all he kept thinking about while he was pushing against his aching muscles. 

The change in her scent may have been subtle, but Kallik picked up on it instantly as he drew close to their quarters. Suddenly, the need that had been stewing in his gut bubbled up and spread heat throughout his veins. 

He walked into the den to find her sprawled out and his eyes raked over her with blatant appreciation. Your scent changed, he managed to say, his voice gravely. Then he was moving over to her and dropping to the ground behind her. He buried his nose into the dark, fur of her neck, pulling in more of delectable smell. 

He nipped and kissed the scruff of her neck, unsure how long he could keep from giving into his want for her. Normally he would ask about her day first, but he was beyond the capacity for words now.