The Tangle X

His voice was so deep that the sensation of vibrations distracted her from catching his name. Something deep, low, that had come from the back of his throat. It was almost a growl, but punctuated. She thought the sound was beautiful- though she wasn’t certain she could speak it clearly herself. 

She was too polite and perhaps a bit sheepish to ask him to repeat it. His motion surprised her, until she realized what it meant. With a chirp, she responded. ”Chacal.” Two notes, the second a bit higher, followed by a gentle glissando down and into silence- the way she always spoke her name. Lyrical, but subtle.