Hoshor Plains Oliphant or Elephant? Whatsthedifferencepleaseexpl-

the man, in his obnoxious coat of red and rust, tugged at her memories. still, she could not immediately identify him; there was certainly something hateful carefully entwined with a memory of that pelt, something angry, and so Cassiopeia trailed him at distance. as she did, gait prowling, memories came - confusing flashes that gradually sorted themselves out into a sequence of events, and then a name, and then all the things associated with that name. she wavered a moment between simply turning back and toward her destination (wayward and unwanting as her desire to actually go there was) and moving to meet the man. 

the latter was chosen easily enough. she closes the distance, and is near enough to hear his muttered words when she stops. she intercepts his path, and as such, she's easily visible. "pity. I'd have thought you would have gotten smarter with time." her memories are still sorting themselves out, but she has a clear recollection, now, of the man before her. she thinks that Vaati would be very interested indeed to know that his brother still wanders the Wilds.