Fang Nack the Sniper Weasel (despite the fact that he was actually half jerboa and half wolf) was out scouting wild canyons for any treasure, riding on his purple bike as he then collided into a jagged rock in the middle of the road, causing him to tumble off his bike as he landed flat on his face, groaning as he got back up, adjusting his cowboy hat.
"Damn... that hurt more than it should have..." Fang Nack said as he turned around to see his bike trashed, causing him to clench his fists. "Argh... well, it's back to running with me..."
As Nack Fang was about to dash, he came across Dry Bowser, who was assorting a bunch of gems he had collected, with the purple mammal raising his eyes as he became interested in what the skeletal reptile had.
"Say... who are you, and where exactly am I?" Fang asked as he pointed at Dry Bowser.
Turning his skull to face Nack, Dry Bowser huffed as he pointed at the canine. "Perhaps I should ask you the same thing... regarding your name that is."
"Well that's easy! I'm Nack Fang The Weasel Sniper!"
"...You don't look like a weasel." Dry Bowser commented as he rubbed his chin. "And where's your sniper?"
"Right here!" Fang exclaimed as he pointed his sniper at Dry Bowser's face, blasting him in the face as it didn't do much damage.
Dry Bowser growled as he then zapped Nack, reducing him to a crisp as he got the ash off of his skull.
"Right, after that stunt I should just leave you. Anyway, I am known as Dry Bowser, and this... is the Sunset Wilds."
"...not much of a sunset." Fang responded as he placed away his sniper, looking at the abundance of junk. "Where did you get these precious items?"
"Oh, you know. I just scavenged around for them like you would do out here." Dry Bowser said to Nack as he watched night fully arrive with the moon outright replacing the red setting sun. "Given that you're an explorer, do you want to-"
"Team up, to find some precious jewels? You know it!" Fang snapped as he pumped his fists in the air, facing the open road leading into the cliffs overlooking the canyon. "Now where do we first go?"
Dry Bowser was going to question Nack, but he spotted a tornado quickly approaching them, prompting the reptilian skeleton to place all of his collected treasures into his charcoal shell as he then made a mad dash away. "How about we get ourselves away from that twister instead?"