Emery gives a nod of acknowledgement toward César, while Humbaba glances at him up and down with an indistinct grumble. (Perhaps it's Annihilape for "I could take 'im...")

Both Emery and Humbaba have their hands full -- most of a deer slung over Emery's shoulders, and a brace of geese in the Annihilape's arms.

Once they actually get within speaking distance of each other, Emery says, "Afternoon. Had a good hunt today."

Might be obvious, but humans always seem to need assurance that it's okay to talk.