Remember: everything Zante-Ka says is made up.

A feral clicking could be heard as the massive Yautjaโ€™s feet crunch the leaves beneath him. Within the mask, his eyes search the forest slowly, unadulterated joy swelling in his chest as he searches out his prey. Heโ€™d seen the little human climbing through the brush, eyes wide with confusion from being lost... until they saw him. A deep purr begins to leave his mask covered mandibles, the thrill of the hunt only fanning the flames of his lust. But when he caught them.... he'd make them his .