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He thought nothing of it. Snack had been raised in the swamp -by a kio no less- so he never bat an eye at another kin, regardless of who or what they were. The swamp was home, and filled with a lot of strange things (like Dog) and he just accepted that.

So when he was rooting around for anything to eat, grubs, small mice, whatever he could find, he wasn't surprised that he'd come across a doe making a snack of some flowers. Hm. Flowers might be a good idea. They were easier to catch. He only looked at her for a moment before bounding on again, only to stumble when he heard a lady call after him.

The acha tripped over his own spindly legs and tumbled into the mud with a rather uncoordinated "oof!" And there he was, rump in the air, face in the mud, and legs every which way as the doe caught up to him.

After a moment of flailing, with the doe's help, Not for eats managed to flop on his back. From there, he stared up the doe's nose before laughing and righting himself. "Ah ha ha ah!" He shook some mud from his face before grinning at her. "You were only one part of my fall. Like an ingredient in a fine meal!" Which he wanted to find and make, but never quite seemed able to. "So instead I just got this lovely coating of mud. All is well in the swamp!"

"I'm Not for eats." He paused as she plucked the twig from his head. "But sometimes Dog calls me Snack. You can too if you want." He was about to leap around her but then offered "Dog's the one that raised me." With that, he trot around the female.

"A cook? Oh no no no no no. I mean, That would be amazing. But I'm not good at it at all. I try, but everything I've made seems to make me really sick."

"Easy? Where's the fun in that?" He really wanted to be super amazing at everything! He had heard of the tribe that cooked amazing foods, and that he actually came from... them. Sort of. He wasn't sure how, but he knew he had because Dog said so.

"What am I? I'm a boy!" Like it wasn't obvious. Never mind that she probably didn't know what an acha was. "Dog is the one that raised me. Sort of... sort of like my dad? But kind of more like a mom. But we're not related at all."

"Huh? OH RIGHT! I'm an Acha. We come from the desert apparently. It's far far away." He nodded. "But I hatched here, so I only know the stories. Dog, the one that raised me is a Kiokote. He told me about the desert." Snack let her nose around him until she poked a spot just behind his left front leg which made him collapse in a fit of giggles.

It took a moment for the giggles to subside. That spot, it tickled so much when she touched it. Finally, he settled down enough to catch his breath. "Silly? I am... I am not!" He grinned. "I'm normal. Maybe you're the silly one." He heard her stomach growl as well. "Oh. ... Are you hungry too?"

"AH! Sure. I was going to have food myself if I could find something." He got back up with her bumping his side before he jumped to attention, all 4 legs stiff. "OH! Tasty cakes!" He looked around for a moment then let out a shrill whistle.

Just a taste heard the whistle, and knew that his acha companion was calling for him. It was about time. The lazy sand dog stood up and groomed some of it's fur before walking along the more solid ground it could towards the whistle, wondering what the acha had found.

"I think I have something that could help us." Snack tried explaining to the doe. "I've got a sand dog that can hunt!"

Taste heard that as he approached and snorted. Hunt indeed. And ruin his fur?