-Caught in a crossfire-Acnestis-

[OOC: I'll take the reins on the Pittian  ;D You'll be the first person I've rped with in years! Tysm for the opportunity <3]


[The Pittian]

A wolf from the old times, set in his ways, cruel & sadistic with his own anger boiling under the surface over the execution of his prized leader, Jervis. He was a slaver. His livelihood, now, is in shambles. That pushed him over the edge. That, the looks of the slaves as they were freed, the disgust & prejudice aimed towards him from his own clan-- he could take no more.

The wolf snapped.

Aging muzzle pressed to the soft, cool earth underpaw, he determinedly follows the scent of the ex-slave he's been tracking for the past few days. She's a cheetah; calls herself Schism. She likely does not remember him, but he remembers her. Hell to try and break, that one was.
"A footprint.. fresh.." He murmurs to himself, a quiet bark of sadistic amusement leaving him. With a lick of his chops the wolf ups the energy of his leisurely trot. She's much, much faster than him, but wolves have legendary endurance. He is no exception despite his age.
He bounds forward, breath coming in fluid draws, ears pricked & eyes alert.

[Acnestis]

Several yards directly ahead of Schism lies Acnestis: a monster of a dinosaur, perfectly camouflaged in the early morning sunshine filtering through the canopy, what with his dappled grens, browns, & shades of yellow. He rests against a tree, curled, head resting on his flank, eyes half open. He is unaware of the unusual cheetah fleeing towards him.. for now.