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

A foul screech rang through the air, the note stinging his ears as he listened for a hint of prey on the wind. The mountains had not been kind to him — weight loss was starting to show on his frame as his lack of company took its toll. Though he had grown up on a mountain, those were the days when food was practically brought to his feet by others with skill and lesser rank.
The sound continued. Taikon carefully stepped around the sharp rocks and set off at a swift trot toward it. If it was an animal in distress, surely there was an easy meal to be had by stealing a kill. He readied himself for thievery, a buzzing excitement pulsing through his skin as he moved with purpose toward the dying thing.
The white prince came to a ridge on the slopes. He'd been expecting a mountain lion or bear, but instead there was the softer smell of she-wolf urine. Taikon relaxed some, though he probably shouldn't have. He listened again, looking down past the slope to what looked like a cavern entrance. He could hear a woman's voice, and realized that she probably wasn't alone.
He should have left then, but he could smell fresh blood. The tantalizing idea of fresh food coupled with his hunger pushed him on. Clumsily, he half slipped, half fumbled his way down the slope and beside the entry. This happened just as the beast within the cave threw a crumpled bat out. It nearly hit his feet. Taikon looked at it, then looked toward the source. Hello? His tail rose somewhat provocatively, peering toward what looked to be a pair of eyes in the darkness.
A dead bat was definitely not worth whatever would come next.