tapir trouble

Úlfr returned Hattori's greeting and watched carefully as the older man laid out a hunting plan. He was grateful for the man's wisdom. Úlfr had never seen a tapir before. He didn't know what the creature was called let alone how to hunt it or even if it was actually food. He nodded at the instructions he was given and he crouched down in the brush to lay in wait for the tapir. He felt safe assuming he'd need to get ahold of the throat. That was a weak spot for the vast majority of prey. Though the neck on these creatures looked pretty thick and substantial. It might take awhile to suffocate one so he'd have to be careful of its… hooves? He squinted ahead trying to figure out just what was going on with this animals feet. It had toes more than it did hooves. Hopefully it tasted good and would be worth the risk and effort.