Redsand Canyon lush flowers taken for granted

"tempting. let's do it," merrick declared, for donovan's nearness was intoxicating and rippled with intrigue. the scents that clung to him; this man was dangerous, powerful, with followers numbered great. it was how ursus had been, in the beginning. how they would be again, for their reputation preceded any count of warriors merrick could call up.
"show me something," he dared, pressing his chest against that of the tiger, seeking to work him back a step or two along the ridge. a playful game, merrick testing the limit of their carnal engagement. "your paws are red. it suits you."