Redsand Canyon shale

It was morning, another time of the day he could have Aquene all to himself before they both left to tend to their duties. He still wished to keep his pregnant wife locked away in their quarters, but he kept the desire to himself; he knew Aquene would not appreciate it, and he had no intention of forcing her to ignore her work, especially when she had promised she would take it easy. 

He was nuzzling into her nape when he heard steps approaching their den. He tensed but quickly relaxed when he was met with the scent of Tamar. 

With a kiss to his mate's cheek, he sat up. Tamar, he called out. Come in. He wondered what she was doing here.