Neverwinter Forest It's called: Freefall

Pangur felt a weight lift from her shoulders as he offered a shorter, far easier version of his name for her to speak; she would take it, though a part of her did feel guilt for struggling. Names were of great importance, after all, she did not wish to make him shed his own for her comfort. Cic! It is a nice name, Pangur will just have to practice. She assured with a light-hearted laugh, and let her ear flick briefly. 

Pangur's tail thumps against the ground once, then twice. The silver of his eyes gleamed at her offer, muted and almost shameful; there was nothing to feel shame for! Yes—take take take She lowered her muzzle to shuffle the rabbit to the base of his paws. I will catch many more, for you and for the others! If you are careful with your teeth, I will clean and prepare the hide for you, and you can use it for your den, or, whatever you like. It is small but ah- it is a start. 

She would settle next to him, lighter haunches meeting with the frozen ground, her nails clawed shallow indents into the wet snow. Company is the greatest of offerings. I accept. She flashed him a grin and let out a short exhale, allowing him to eat a little before she spoke again, making conversation. How did you come to join Forneskja?