Nik lifted his muzzle and sniffed the wind. Campers in Red Rock at this time of year? That seemed strange after the latest snowstorm had dropped a good two feet. He bounded toward the source of the scent, enjoying the white powder spraying around him.
An unearthly glow showed over the next ridge. Gotta love the lights of Vegas. So why aren’t the campers enjoying them?
Rhythmic grunts alerted him long before he reached the campsite. The scent of sex hit his nose. He yipped in apology and padded away, grinning.
The tent stilled and someone whispered, “Did you hear that?”
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