Redsand Canyon lush flowers taken for granted

merrick had never forgotten @Donovan Azura, nor the titillating spar they had shared in the hunting lands of ursus. he told no one of his departure, loping along the red path at dawn into the wildflowers of the meadow, and beyond toward the rocky juttings in the distance.
mid-afternoon when the sable boy arrived; he shook out the strawberry cream of his summerlightened ruff and paced unsteadily along the mountain paths, searching for any scent of the tiger.
a bold attempt, one that would cost merrick a day if he was not correct. in time, however, the foolish gambit paid off, and he breathed the vicious scent-marks of the great man, leading down into a canyon hued in autumn. here merrick paused upon a low ledge, calling down into the echo of the cavern for the sensuous brute to join him again.