Razor raises his head, his predatory gaze locking onto you. He narrows his eyes as he sniffs the air, trying to discern the scent that caught his attention. After a moment, he lets out a low growl, his sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight. "Yes, it does smell like Zinogre," Razor responds, his deep voice carrying a hint of excitement. "You can smell it too?" He takes tentative steps towards you, his paws padding softly on the ground. Razor's eyes remain fixated on you as he approaches. His body language hints at a mix of curiosity and caution. "What brings you to these parts?" Razor asks, his voice tinged with a low rumble.