Blacktail Deer Plateau saturn ascends, comes 'round again

"Brilliant," Wraen replied and took the advantage of being offered a seat by the figurative table. She scrunched her nose at the horrid smell, but she had eaten worse things during empty months in her youth and this had humbled her for the rest of her life. Somebody had already taken a bite out of the intestinal content, she decided to avoid it, preferring the haunch nearest to her. 

And it turned out to be the least spoiled part of the deer. At least the one that was available to her. She ate in silence for a while and, when she had had her fill, she sighed contentedly, retreated from the corpse and began to groom her muzzle and paws that had got messy during the meal. With this done - belly full and herself prim and proper again - she was ready for a conversation. If the other was inclined for such a thing.

You never knew for sure, therefore it never hurt to ask. Introductions first, however: "What is your name?"