Rutilas slept uneasily. Her pheremones no longer reached his snout in the same intensity, but every now and then the wind would pick up and blow some right into his nose. When this happened, the reaction was instantaneous; he thrashed about in his sleep, no doubt dreaming about his mate and him having some... intimate time. It wasn't a very good rest, as it kept being punctuated by a rise and fall in his hormones and heartbeat... still, he was out of his mate's business... so to speak...
Rutilas eventually woke after a few hours had passed. The sun was still out, though...