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The anteater followed Hunter obediently, a little bit dizzy from his first ever car ride. He followed the other closely, fur brushing on his legs as much as he could help it. Shea didn't really pay mind to the stares, eyes widening in revelation as they entered the supermarket. His long tongue flicked happily with earnest with the array of things he could so clearly smell with his sensitive nose. But he behaved and merely observed Hunter--for now that is.

He loved all the Hytes, truly, he did. It was the silent mantra he kept repeating to himself as he clopped around the grocery store to try and find replacements for all the food that had gone 'missing' out of his kitchen at an alarming rate. As if it weren't enough insult that the goods were gone, he had to buy extra from a super market. The nerve! Aulis wasn't sure he'd ever live it down!

With his grey ears tucked against his titanium hair, one could hear the Clyte long before he was seen, sharp hooves making crisp contact with the tiled floor as if to punish the very thing for existing. Though he was used to being looked at for all his noise and appearance, it was the appearance of one other - and his most peculiar looking pet - that gave him pause for a change. Remember, Aulis, you love the Hytes, he told himself, brinking on hysteria to see someone else shopping for mediocre goods for his kitchen.

Twisting his short tail, the Clyte made his way to the vaguely familiar raccoon and the not-in-the-least-bit-familiar anteater, casting the latter a curious glance. "Hunter," he greeted the banded-eyed male, knowing his name even if he couldn't recall if they'd met formally, "fancy meeting you here." Wrinkling his nose, he looked at the berries with stubborn resistance. "Then again, maybe not."

Hunter turned his head and gave Aulis a quick once over, before his expression quickly changed to one of complete disinterest. He flicked a blueberry into his mouth. The raccoon had never had much time for the group of servile ‘pony’ Clyte’s. He honestly couldn’t even remember this ones name. Or any of the others. Yet he gave the briefest nod of acknowledgement and smiled in brief amusement as Shea’s tongue slithered out again to check out the Clyte.

Turning away from the scene he began placing punnet after punnet of blueberries into his basket.

The anteater stayed close to Hunter, his thick bushy tail brushing against his leg as he continued to survey the stranger in the best way he knew how. He turned his head up to the raccoon and back to the mule hyte, watching them in quiet curiosity and noting that maybe they were not really ...friends? And the meeting confused him, it really did.

When the dark haired hyte addressed the question to him he merely did not move an inch though his tongue still glided lightly on the arm, retreating it when he couldn't really taste much, moving to take one more blueberry that had fallen on the floor. Shea let out a soft sound, head hanging low with Aulis' words though he took a step nearer, liking the scent of food hanging so thickly around the other hyte.