-Caught in a crossfire-Acnestis-

A sort of wonderment fills Acnestis's muscled breast as they slink through the sunlit pines together. He is admittedly on the youngish side: a mere 30 years old. Just entering the prime of his life. This youngness, coupled with his inexperience, has him the closest to nervous such a creature can feel. His massive head flicks to the side as he glances back at the king cheetah. She looks terribly exhausted. Weak. Vulnerable.. yet, content in some way.

The dinosaur breaks free of the treeline within the next few steps. Acnestis pauses a moment to regain his bearings. He shakes himself, scents a whiff of the air, then watches Schism expectantly. Curiously. Though, he is careful not to meet her eyes. The gently gurgling river he had been leading her to is now a few yards away. Quiet. Small. Feeding from much farther North & into the nearby ocean.

Respectfully, the creature bows his head, crooning to her in a tone akin to that of a steam train grinding to a halt.