SOOOOOOOOOOOOO-EEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY

The brief moment Typhon hoped they might spend alone together was short-lived. Ashiel had heard her call as well and loped toward them, greeting them both. The thought of hunting alone with her had been a selfish hope, and though he felt a brief spark of disappointment he would push those thoughts aside and turn to face his approaching kin. Typhon flashed him a genuine smile, dipping his head respectfully. "Greetings, Ashiel," he spoke, though turned his attention back to Zinnia when she spoke up again.

She'd scented a group of tapir up ahead. Both were older, and one had a limp. The latter would be easier to pick off, perhaps a job for just one of them, while the other might be trickier.  "What's the plan? One of us go after the limping one while the other focus on the healthier, faster one?" Typhon asked curiously, glancing to Ashiel as well for comment if he had any insight into what they ought to do.