Redsand Canyon lush flowers taken for granted

merrick was swiftly becoming aware of the effect he had upon donovan. he did not lie to himself that he was the only — in truth, the witch would not have enjoyed knowing his lover had no others. theirs was to be something reddened and panting, not marked with an involvement merrick would only ever grant to his shadow.
"that sounds good to me," he laughed softly, backing another step, and another, until again they were apart and merrick could breathe in the powerful sight of the tiger, skim his single eye over the musculature that had done such wickedness to him in the meadow.
"i should get back," the mad boy sighed with a roll of his shoulders. "you will have to hunt beside me another day, donovan," he offered, teasing, slim muzzle tipped upward with a challenge shimmering in the gleam of his crocodile smirk.