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To say rain bothered Snack would be an overstatement. It did however startle him slightly at first, the heavy downpour plopping down on his fur like invisible attackers. He growled, crouched down to retaliate until a drop landed on his nose--letting him know it was just water. He let out a chuff of some indeterminable emotion before trotting forward.

A few moment later he stopped mid-step as his ears twitched. He turned his head, sniffing the air and then with a motion to his friend, trundled into the brush after something.

He slunk through the vivid green bush, paws pressing into the wet dirt, as the scent of a mini otter filled his nose. The glow of his eyes seemed to brighten with a feral lust for play or food and he stopped briefly to grin over his shoulder at Toothless. "I smell minis," he explained.

Briefly, he glanced down to see that his paw print had come down on a great many tiny prints. He let out a odd squeal of excitement deep in his throat that was rather squelched as he headed forward at a slow pace of a hunter--or one playing hide and seek.

Snack crouched low to the ground, stride measured to be quiet, following his nose more than anything. His ears twitched at the sounds around him--Toothless behind him, a mini or a dozen ahead, insects everywhere--and it was somewhat hard to shut it all out. Add that he really wasn't hungry at all, tracking down the scent was more out of fun, he was making a great many mistakes. Such as the way his tail was unconsciously thwacking the muddied ground around him because tracking was rather boring.

Following the tracks to the bush, he stopped, staring at them and then at the bush. He sat up thinking. Was it in the bush? Or behind the bush? He sniffed the air and then turned to Toothless as if to ask him which way they should go.

The approach of the two larger otters hadn't gone unheard by the horde of mini otters. They had all been poised to flee and seeing Toothless soar over the bushes had sent them running in all directions. Well, almost all of them.

One mini, a dark gray and green mini hadn't so much as batted an eye at the arrival of the large demonic. Nor did Snack's subsequent arrival--barreling around the bush only to pause at his friend's side. She, it seemed, didn't notice them at all.

Snack wasn't sure what to make of it. He could scare her or he could threaten to eat her or--he took a step forward, opening his mouth to do something. He wasn't quite sure what yet.

"Oh my!" the mini exclaimed as she finally took notice of the two. "You've grown so big!" she stated, as if she had met them before. She gave a giggle, standing up and slinking over to them. With a wide smile, she began to weave herself around them, before plopping down between Toothless's front paws and tilting her head back to look at him.

Snack blinked. He was sure he hadn't met her before. He thought. He scrunched his face up, reaching a paw up to scratch absently at the top of his head. If he had--well he couldn't eat her then. That would be bad taste.

"No know you," Snack finally decided. That would solve all the confusion. She would realize she was wrong and run off or beg them not to eat her. He gave a self-satisfied nod. Except, this was not any mini.

She giggled, twisting around before skittering towards the feral. She sat up on her hind legs, reaching her front paws to lean against his leg. "You've just met me!" she grinned before falling back to sit down. She opened her mouth to give them her name, until she noticed Toothless's wings. She stared in wander, wondering how she could get up so high to touch them.

Well that left him a little bemused. He had met her, sort of. Which meant no eating her. "No eat her," he informed Toothless with a mild pout. Not eating made everything so complicated. If she wasn't dinner, what was she anyway?

Willow darted forward as Toothless lowered his right wing and stood up once again on her hind legs. She ran her paws over it in wonder. She wondered if he was a bird, except none of the ones she had seen had four legs. Or small unbeakish mouths.

She dropped back down to the ground perplexed. The thought quickly fluttered away as she turned to sit between the two otters. "I'm--" she paused, blinking as she tilted her head, "Pillow Casey!" she exclaimed finally. She didn't think that sounded quite right but she turned expectantly from one to the other waiting for names.

"Snack," the feral pointed at himself and then to Toothless, "Toofless," as he introduced them. Then he seemed to freeze. Did that make them friends? His glowing eyes went large and he tried to make a menacing face. "We not friends!" Then he turned to Toothless, "Right?"

With Toothless's agreement, Snack stood up and decided to go in search of something else. The mini had waltzed over to a patch of daisies that she was picking and setting into two piles. He gave a subtle jerking motion of his head to signal to Toothless. Best to get away while they could.

He lifted his paw to move--as Willow handed a bouquet to him. "I give you flowers. Now we can be friends!" she grinned.

Snack looked to Toothless for help. Out of all the minis in the reserve they had to stumble upon the--whatever she was...

The flowers fell down into the mini's face in a sticky mess. She crossed her eyes to look at them then back to Toothless. "Are you a veggie eater then?" Willow asked, looking at the bundle of stems she now held. She didn't think flowers tasted very good. Then again he had spit them out so maybe he didn't either. She gave a shrug and let the stems fall to the ground.

Snack for his part gave an amused smile at Toothless, before sighing in defeat. Apparently the little mini wasn't going to give up. And Toothless kind of seemed to like her. "Fine, you friend--sort of," he gave in with a long suffering sigh.