Mystocoatl led his large family into the local market of Tengel, his nerves already frayed by the walk and his shortness of breath. The whole lot of them had been mostly silent on the way in, used to traveling stealthily through the underbrush to hunt. He himself had limited their communication to short low calls to ensure none of his children wandered off and got left behind. There were a couple of incidents that he had to double back to find Mazatl, but he was often still standing in the path, examining the wildlife and sketching in a small booklet of paper. "Now, let's get what we came for and get out of here, okay?" He was trying to sound patient, though he always hated these trips, dreading the tantrums, begging, and whining. "Nothing extra. You hear me?" He emphasized how much he was not kidding around by letting a growl slide into his voice. As his offspring wandered away, he turned to his mate, Ixchel with a relieved grin. "At least they didn't argue the entire way here here." he said gratefully as he nuzzled her.