Redsand Canyon You follow the outs of an inside joke

His lips at her cheek sent him into a state of reverie; he swayed slightly, then shook his head to clear it, grinning like a madman.

You have, he confirmed.

She preened, and so did he, working his lips into her ruff if she'd approve. He wanted to seize and hold her there. . .but it seemed forward. Natural, but forward.

Instead, he breathed deep the scent between her shoulderblades.

You smell great, he replied, and then laughed.

He didn't know heat-scent.