"My apologies for the term o' address, mister. But don'tcha think y'should at least 'ear what I got t'offer yer before y'go about judgin' it?"
The old Zizz shuffled about in his seat, allowing himself to slouch as he drew on another piece of relaxation-gas. He'd need as much of it as he could if he was going to try and negotiate with this man. After all, the last time he got caught hunting on his grounds, he'd demolished a makeshift well with the corpse of a Cockatrice falling out of the sky. It was pretty funny, but apparently Felan didn't share his laughter. 'Humourless bastard.'
"See... I understand that yer don't like me much, an' to be totally 'onest, I ain't entirely fond o' you, either." He stated matter-of-factly, unknowingly blowing some smoke into Felan's face in the process.
"BUT... we both got somethin' t'gain 'ere. Y'see, when I was, uh, how y'say... bird-watchin' the other night, I noticed somethin' unusual in yer land. There was..." He sat up, beginning to use his clawed hands to describe the sheer scale of following creature. "...The biggest, blackest Wolf I ever saw, an' I been on this plane for over three-'undred years, so I seen a lot of 'em. I dunno 'bout you, but if I were in yer position, I wouldn't be entirely accommodatin' of such a specimen on m'land. Bad f'business, y'understand."
The Zizz soon returned to his old slouch position, pointing at the Sheep-herder with his Pipe in an officious manner. "I ain't beatin' 'round the bush 'ere, mister. That beast is gonna turn yer pasture into an abattoir if it's left to it's own devices. I don't s'pose y'seen this Wolf 'round before, 'ave yer? 'Cause I'm willin' t'bet y'ain't, an' even if y'ad, well... no offence, but y'don't exactly strike me as the covert combat type. Wrestlin' or prize-fightin', maybe, but not covert combat. That is, 'less y'got a ranged weapon back at pasture. Like a Rifle."
Indeed, he had taken the opportunity to look over the man as he was sitting there. Muscular, to be sure, but very much unarmoured and very much unarmed. Good for self-defence against, maybe, a Buzirik Beetle, but not so good for hunting down oversized Canids. Not that some people didn't try anyway, and hilariously fail.
As he was looking over the man, he couldn't help but look past him briefly, witnessing some kind of commotion going on behind him. That crazy yet strangely admirable cat lady yelling at the silly bastard with the oversized pauldron. Probably deserved it, in all likelihood.