-Caught in a crossfire-Acnestis-

  Warm. That is what she is, with her fur pressed against his scales, tail so expressive as it rests on him. Acnestis seems pleased with whatever it is she has to say & rumbles his agreement. The beast is not wholly unfamiliar with the concept of  a name.. he attributes emotions, images, to items rather than words, however. In time he will learn the proper word to call Schism, but for now she is.. the image of cheetah so fierce, even on her last legs, glaring up at the wolf & fighting back with all she has left. To him, she is warmth, a cozy smell. A hot flash of emotions in his forty pound heart.

  The scent of rain & her name in his bestial mind blend & mix together, the former becoming stronger with each passing minute. It strengthens to the point that he, having inched closer to the cheetah as they both rested, begins to stir. They must find shelter. For her sake, if not for his, as he does not truly mind the rain-- thus his laying down. It is pleasant to him, even if frigidly cold.

  Acnestis rights himself with great effort to once more lay with his stomach to the ground. He rises, head lowering to nudge her to her feet as well.

  Grass ripples in the strengthening gusts. The sky begins to darken. He is miffed their simple yet pleasant cuddling was interrupted, but knows something terrible may happen if she is exposed to the chilly February elements.