-Caught in a crossfire-Acnestis-

Acnestis settles.

  He curls around her, forelimbs tucking against his chest, head bowed respectfully as she scents him. The sky rumbles once more, wind howling through the trees, sun kissing the West horizon to a blushing pink. Storm clouds gather like a thick cotton blanket. As the first droplets of rain falls Acnestis carefully rests his head on her as to shield her from the worst of it. His touch is surprisingly gentle; hesitant. As if she would suddenly snap at him or refuse in some way. & if she did, he would respect it. He does not wish to upset the female.

  As the minutes pass the sky grows darker & darker. Lighting zigzags through the air. Thunder rolls. The sky buckles & waves like the stormy ocean water. The are shielded from the winds, & even most of the rain, though it seems to grow heavier by the moment-- coming to its climax as dusk falls, the sun dipping below the horizon.