-Caught in a crossfire-Acnestis-

She watched as the male settled into the grass with her. Waves of wind gently pushed fur back and forth while Schism observed. As she was ready to drop the subject, only slightly disheartened that there would be no verbal communication, he met her eyes and she froze. It took Schism a while to realize what had changed.

Schism let out a snort, something that she had learned to do instead of laughing, as she realized that their relationship was now mutual. While she wasn’t too well in tune with animalistic expression then she was sure that she could learn. Not to mention the fact that it seemed he could atleast tell the tone of speech even if he couldn’t respond in return.

It gave Schism a soaring hope for the future. She was tired from the activity for the day but her life had been put into her paws and it made Schism immeasurably happy. She glanced at her partner with a curious look. She had never felt such a way before and it was all because of him...him? She didn’t even know what his name was. Or if he had a name.

She assumed that perhaps she should try again. It might do her well to see if he even had a way of communicating such an idea. ”My name is Schism...do you have a name?” She wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t have any answer for her but it would be worth a try.