Millions of years of evolution have crafted you, a finely-honed and bright-pink killing machine, for a moment that has at last arrived. Scenting out the breeding grounds of your smooth, life-sustaining victim; preparing your wading site; and countless other small rituals, those were all just the hours d'evours. At last, it is time for the main course. You are nature's ultimate ambush predator: a hippo. And you are hungry hungry.
Very confusing. I thought that by going to wherever the scent of the marbles was meant I'd get to eat them. Also hoped I could eat the other hippos, nope.