An Enticing Offer

"Tell me, Dezlo, do you recognize this beast–" 

"A-an Ice Bison?!" 

The weaselkin manager spat out his answer the instant he was permitted to speak. A hand clung to the left of his chest. 

"You slew the Ice Bison? This is real?" 

Rizz started running his hand all over the cleaned but mutilated face of the beast. "It's still got some more preparations before making a half-decent trophy. But yes. This is indeed the Ice Bison head. For comparison, would you like to see a Winter Bison head as well?" 

While Dezlo got back to his shaky feet, Rizz set his half-prepped Winter Bison trophy on the ground at his side. 

"As you can see, not only is there a difference in size, but the a drastic distance in the fur's quality and color. Would you like to feel them for yourself? That should be enough proof to back up my claim, shouldn't it?"