tapirs use their schnose as a snorkle

The white of the tapir’s eyes are clear from Jiro’s position along its side. Surprisingly, it picks up its pace and darts faster through the shallows. Water sprays into his face forcing him to stumble a few steps back. A growl emanates from his chest as he gives his head a shake and reorients himself. The tapir isn’t far ahead, feet kicking up water and sand as it went along.

Were they about to fail this hunt? Jiro wasn’t sure as he picked his pack back up and moved back toward the tapir’s side. It bellows in a frightened manner, kicking out at him, but the movement costs the animal some time. Giving Jiro the opening he needed, the young wolf leaps forward and grabs onto the tapir’s side, just in front of the thigh. Not exactly the most ideal place, but what he could manage for now. He hoped dearly that his brother would finish the job.