-Caught in a crossfire-Acnestis-

The inexperienced male delights in the gentle touching of her snout to his-- she's accepted him, it seems, & he may now work to tighten the budding bond between them. Acnestis long ago imprinted on a cat of similar build to Schism; he recognizes her as one of his own, one to be courted, wooed & defended from any challengers. It is a more sudden & simple urge than true love between a couple, yet love all the same. Love at first sniff, in fact, when he had determined her female.

He rumbles in response to her words, pupils dilating, understanding the basic intent behind them.

Acnestis pauses a moment to carefully press his nose into her side. One, two deep draws of breath are taken. He snorts.  She seems exhausted. Would she be interested in his water? Exhaustion seems to weigh her down from her encounters with the settling in his stomach.

A final sniff is taken before he turns, taking a step or two in the direction of the river winding through the heart of his territory-- a territory he must patrol soon..

The beast's jaws part as he lets out an encouraging keen.