If it's possible, Gannicus almost looks a little bit disappointed that the hot dog isn't real dog. He has never been a man to look too closely at food - never look a gift horse in the mouth, especially if it's the only thing you've got to eat. But now he chances a look at the hot dog; he peels back a bit of the bun and frowns at its contents.

Raccoon. Okay than.

"A beast I am unfamiliar with."

Not that he cared. He'd still eat it - and enjoy it - either way.

"What land do you call home?"