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Bighorn did not exist where Ying had come from. She followed dutifully beside the black-furred sylph, timid and wary of further approach. An injury was apparent so she didn't doubt that the hunt would be easy, but the horns that he carried still looked plenty capable of damage. 

Ying would wait for Vallkryie to make the first move. If her companion went right, then she would go left and wait for further instruction.