Redsand Canyon Depredador

The man was all too aware of the pale shadow that approached from behind. The winds had shifted enough times for him to draw her scent to fill his head. It was easy to ignore when he knew that she had trailed after his musk. Long enough that he felt he had drawn her interest without having to say a word. 

So the jaguar found a shaded place beneath a jagged orange stone and he sat himself in the shade to wait for the woman to draw nearer.