@housofmisfits - anubis.
a series of soft clicks were the only indication that a yautja was present. claw tips brushed delicately against the trunk of the tree he had perched in, surveying everything below. bud had smelled something on the air, a strange rot that tickled his mandibles and made his forked tongue curl even under the shelter of his biomask.
where there was rotting meat, there was usually something that killed it. and dek had been itching to hunt something proper for some time.
dek clicked softly, nodding his head towards bud, whom was waiting in the tree adjacent. thia was back on the ship, trying to assess what planet they were on. they had a rough landing, taking shelter from a meteor storm on the nearest world they could.
their navigation was down, maps unable to pinpoint their location.
but in the yautja's mind, that didn't mean there wasn't time to hunt...