"Hun-gree?" The monkey parroted, tasting the word with an over-exuberance of concern. He enunciated and tried again, teeth flashing brightly as the gemlight flickered across them. "Hung-reee. Hong-ree." He didn't know what the word meant, but apparently the wolf did, so Teyouma just nodded dumbly. "Tey'ma have bad feeling in here," he pap-paped his belly, glancing down at his own four-fingered hand and then back at Majora. "Bad feeling is hun-gree?"

A momentary awe passed over him, but then his brow furrowed once more. How did someone get.. Un-hungree? Chomping on rocks didn't work; eating a little dirt had worked for a bit, but left the monkey feeling worse in the long run (and messy). The dirt turned in to mud on his tongue the first time he tried it, and that had also been the last. "Is Majora hun-gree?" Teyouma queried next, but not due to an altruistic motive. He just wanted clarity. But if Teyouma knew what kind of creature Majora was, he'd surely run away - no monkey of earth would be seen commiserating with a wolf, after all.