Lime was hugging a blade of grass, blending nicely with his surroundings. He had only reemerged recently, a world that he vaguely recognized. Something triggered him to exit his long sleep, though he couldn't care to remember now. In a daze he made his way to Pisces. The Warrens were like a cold, wet cradle. Leaping to the next blade of grass, his skin rippled with a brighter shade of green. Felt good being active. Scrambling up the sparse plants, he took in his surroundings.

The reason Vestyge had found himself in Pisces was - well, kind of embarrassing. He'd killed and drank from a Tunnel Runner closer to Polaris, looked down at himself for once, and ended up hating what he'd seen. Unlike a good, clean carrion crawler, he couldn't preen or piss on himself and call it a day, because the idiot Master that'd made him had planned past the stupid, huge claws.

He was cranky about it, if you couldn't tell.

The surroundings Lime absorbed suddenly contained a massive, sopping wet shape, walking in his vague direction if only by pure, random chance. Any animal Lime sizes and worth its salt would immediately recognise the hulking, predatory animal's approach.

RUN! RUN LITTLE GUY! HE'S GOING TO GET YOU!

The Getter in question paused to stretch, ancient joints crackling loudly.

@Lime