Larksong Grotto oh right

The snowy beast cants his head in mild confusion when the woman offers not to partake of the kill, but instead to introduce herself and request that he do the same.  It is only a second of wondering that passes before he complies with the flow of things, giving his fur an absentminded shake before proceeding to answer.

"Nice to meet you," he says in his quiet, almost sad manner of speaking. "I'm Vegas. How're you doing today?" His tummy rumbles softly but these niceties must pass before it will be time to eat. And he doesn't mind too much,  really.