Sunspire Mountains what's that thing they say about a rose by any other name?

The dreaded beast that lay within was in fact a woman. He peered at her as his eyes compensated for the contrasting darkness of the cavern entrance and the daylight. She looked as Lunaria, dark in colour. Her eyes lacked any charm he might have found in his friend, having instead a harsh stare that he couldn't even place the hue of.
Her voice, though feminine, had a nasality to its tone that sounded almost patronizing. He judged her immediately on these two things alone.
Much obliged, he said, feeling overly formal as though to up the ante on his judgment of her. He scooped up the tiny broken flying rodent into his mouth and nearly inhaled it, swallowing it whole. He did this as she stretched herself and explained that she had helped the little beast; he didn't believe a word.
They're fun to catch, and they don't sting like bees, he followed simply. Lately, the insects had been getting extremely aggressive. This happened every year, and Taikon didn't know why. Like many canines, he had trouble resisting the urge to eat them when they dared to fly too close for comfort.
I'm Taikon, he introduced, following the words with a deep bow that had quickly become a signature for him in the Wilds. He waited for her next move, licking his lips anxiously.