"No way, bro!" a strange-looking saurian, its voice resembling a parrot with an eye patch covering its left eye, yelled at you when you arrived at a certain place in Natlan. You are obviously in the Tlalocan—the Flower Feather Clan; and near you placed a placard of a certain renowned Saurian vet—Ifa. So this must've been his Qucusaurus pet. It doesn't do any harm to you, but still—it sounded kinda funny and bizarre to you.

"Don't worry, bro," a man with a tall stature came out, noticing that Cacucu might've said something because it spotted someone there. He responded to your confused look with a casual smile, "He's my brother, he doesn't bite. Never seen you around though, care to elaborate?"