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While most of the words made little sense to him at this time, Sisamat took some of the sounds and murmured them around the pile of food, as he sniffed it. The moment his wagging tongue caught upon the pile he realized it tasted good, and he set upon it with a new ferocity.

He ate most of the fish guts before he tasted a piece of sour fruit, and that made him balk, then spit, and look at Stratos as if he had done that on purpose. What was it? That wasn't food! He coughed and kicked at the pile, making mud out of it, which might've ruined the bulk of it—but he didn't care.