Tailypo had spent his entire time circling and observing Asgard in his creature form, the stub of his tail oftentimes flicking back and forth impatiently. He was thousands of years old, certainly, but he was only able to bide his time when he was hunting. Until then, he was consumed with thoughts of hunting, and thoughts of finding tailypos.
They'd noted several people exit and return to Asgard, but only a handful of them did so regularly. Banru saw most of them, as he guarded the front entrance, and Tailypo only saw those who wanted to visit the training arena or barn. But when Banru told him of who they were going to strike, the creature couldn't protest. Even if this Morana girl didn't have a tail.
Much like a master's dog, Tailypo - his long ears pointed, yellow eyes attentive, and razor-sharp teeth gleaming - was curled at Banru's feet, an occasional ksssssssss slipping out on a loud breath. He could almost smell the feast.