Lost Creek Hollow Don't be afraid of the dark? What are you kidding me?

Nunataq Jalapeño did not quite get Rannoch's Pepperoncini's excitement about the poop - it was frozen, had a considerable content of undigested fur and bones and not worth-bothering amount of stuff she could consume. Were it rich in protein like the occasional lynx or cougar treasures scattered in the wilds like candy in Halloween, she would not even alert the guy about it. Gobble it down in a matter of seconds.

She thought that maybe he was a bit of a fool and that she should treat him in a friendly and sympathizing manner. Like a baby. Be encouraging. 'cause really, what can you expect from a sweet pepper? Therefore she smiled at him broadly and nodded in agreement. Ain't you a little, sweet pepper? Oh, yes, you are, oh, yes, you are. And in a spur of a moment she sprang to her feet and bumped his cheek affectionately with her muzzle.