"Do you understand as to why females are superior to males of this species regarding to size, strength, and anger?" The massive ex Huntress's voice was low, yet clearly filled with annoyance. Those deep golden brow eyes made contact with the much smaller predator's. Their mask was nearly in pieces as his head was being squeezed, to which there was a roar of great anguish.

"We women are so massive as a necessity to protect our homes and our young. To break our knees into the backs of those who seek to harm the offspring we have produced. Males serve no other purpose than to assist in the process of pregnancy and hunt, which we have little time for. I would much rather seek an explanation as to why my daughter has to decided to become a hunter without at least telling about it beforehand?"

The rank of "Praetorian" in current terms regarding Yautja was far different. These were some of the most elite blooded hunters in this generation. To which two had been sent after this ex hunter's daughter. However, as a parent she'd naturally seek to assist her child, which is exactly why this praetorian was having his head nearly popped. She didn't have the patience to at least receive a letter from the now hunted hunter woman, nor did she have the patience for others going after her offspring. It was her duty to break the throats if anyone who threatened or harmed her kids, honorable or not, there was little care in thought within the matter.

The praetorian's mandibles were nearly completely broken at this point as his hands gripped the arm of the woman threatening to cave his skull in with strength alone. He knew this was no beast, but it practically was one. Even a man such as himself had not seen a woman nearly 12 feet in height and so prepared to kill any of her species for children. But abandoning your honor for the sake of another who's had already been cast away by the elders a while ago...

What was that?

She could hear the sound of something... heavy, a vehicle... heading towards them? The ex Hunter's eyes strained a tad moment to see the blur of said vehicle due to her natural infrared vision before immediately taking notice of the lights. The beast of a female raised her arm outward roughly catching the truck that sought to ram her before quickly lifting it above her head before slamming it on the ground next to her. Coughing soon after was heard, the ooman inside was far more than idiot for attempting to ram the two. Mere moments had passed and the massive mama turned the heavy vehicle over clenching tighter around the Praetorian's head. The human inside seemed physically capable of little besides wielding a gun effectively.

It was Jack! But how exactly was she supposed to know? To her it seemed like just another fool seeking to disturb the... "peace" that was here before they arrived. This creature was of zero threat, at least now... The four mandibles of the male tensed at the sudden action before he was released. "If it wasn't for the intervention of this Ooman you would've perished a lot sooner... you will fight for your life, nothing more." The female was aware of this human, but he was clearly not going to be able to do much, so the two had the forest all to themselves. A man seeking to properly restore and add onto his honor, against a woman that could break him like a pebble beneath a boulder out of parental rage. If there was a way to live, it would be to flee.

Davai, the mother of Zara and the woman whomst gave birth to more than 80 young. She was reaching the age of 1,000 but such a thing mattered little when you're so physically capable. She raised her children upon a different planet, neither earth nor Yautja prime. Raised them occasionally as Hunters, but the real purpose was for them to discover their own ways and reasons of living. The sucklings were raised to be more attuned to nature, they were apart of it and found great joy abiding by it's own laws. Being some type of elite hunter throughout the galaxy was of no interesting to most, only 6 became hunters including Zara. These children were raised with great care and were led by example. Zara was one of the oldest of the few, whom was already an amazing hunter yet got caught up in what Davai would call a bunch of mess. It was only a matter of time before she got her hands on the male's hunting partner, and she would have a lot more than satisfaction when she felt her hands breaking their throats. Weighing in well over 780 pounds naturally and practically being a walking fortress without any weapons or armor was certainly going to be abused by her. The next question was however at this point, where exactly was her daughter?