Greatwater Lake i'll turn your sea to a desert

Two sunrises, two moon falls. They had passed quickly. 

The forest had been quiet. Smaller critters had been easy pickings to keep his belly full. Though, he yearned for the taste of something larger and meatier.

He almost thought he'd found just that, as a figure loomed close. But when a familiar scent wafted near, he knew the hunt would have to wait, for now his body ached for something else. A different type of hunt, but one he needn't strain himself, for the prize had already been won.

She had returned, and sooner than the time he had allotted. 

Slow, the dark man broke the distance. That same scent of warmth was an aura surrounding her, filling his nose until it tingled, scrunching with a sense of delight he hadn't encountered in some time. Softer than before, his gaze fell upon her, muzzle reaching to brush gently against her cheek. Was it time, now, he wondered?