Napoleon
The ecologist was distraught to say the least as they quickly stepped up to the body- transfixed entirely by the fact they had found *Another* Dead animal hailing from the species instead of the bloody prints that led away from it. Milkweed's expression shifted from surprised to pensive as they muttered under their breath. "This is just terrible..." They looked worried as the examined the corpse, looking for clues that might suggest what was killing the animals - maybe it was just an invasive predator in the area, or maybe... 

Well, it didn't take long- judging from the would across the belly and chest- the fact the ||ribs were effortlessly pried apart and snapped, along with the eerie decapitated head and skull||, it must've been a dragon that did this... No bear would put half as much effort into a kill like this- not enough to do such grievous damage- but of course what stuck out the most were the places on the skull where it was chewed as well as the fact the eyes were left in-tact, fixed in a forever look of horror without eyelids to shelter them from the corpse of their own body anymore... 

He looked around- pushing a set of glasses up on his face until he was able to spot a set of bloody tracks... Only a singular set of tracks, so it was only *One* Poacher he surmised... It might be good to go back and report his findings first, but he could apprehend a suspect right now - or at least inform them if they didn't *Know*... Milkweed carefully followed the tracks- whatever as here- hadn't been gone long- they might even be close, so he figured he'd at least make himself known. "H-hello?..." His voice cracked slightly before he cleared his throat. "My name is Milkweed... I'm a leafwng ecologist from Pantala- I promise I'm not here to hurt you or 'take you in'- I just want to talk to you about he animal you killed." His eyes followed the trail- looking to vaguely the place Tragedy was hiding within the brush. "So if you could - y'know, come out- this might be a l

Ot easier for the both of us. Again, I just want to talk- if you'd like, you can keep the animal you already killed of course, I'm not the least bit interested." He affirmed with a determined nod.
Lauryn
His ears flicked as he watched the new, strange dragon cross his vision and analyze the corpse he had left behind. They were strange to him, since he had never really seen this dragon type before. He even wondered- no, not that. He shuffled in his spot, before his head tilted to the side, as he listened to the dragon speak. He could only catch a couple of words, mainly just 'Milkweed,' 'hurt,' and 'talk.' He didn't reconize some of the other words, or they were a bit confusing to understand. He did notice that the dragon did not seem overly aggressive. Then again, many didn't until he exposed himself. He did noticed a slight stutter in their speech- the odd pauses. Pauses he made when he tried to talk. It gave away that they really didn't mean too much harm... Hopefully. 
Not showing himself, but he did raise his voice to make it a little harder to figure out which direction he came from. 
"Why? Something bad?" He asked curiously, his speech clearly broken and unpracticed. He even sounded like a wild animal, with the amount of growling he added that he was trying to form as words. His tail flicked, awaiting a response perhaps he could understand.
Napoleon
Milkweed's ear flicked up like a deer as his head swiveled to survey the area around himself with a look of surprise. He hadn't *Actually* Been expecting a response- really, he was kind of scared- which, even to him felt ironic considering the dangers he's faced in the past back home... He took odd note of the dragon's speech pattern thus far- perhaps a slip of the mind, or - maybe this dragon had some kind of difficulty with their language- either way, he wasn't exactly one to judge- he was just there to do his job. "Yes- I suppose you could say that... The animal you killed- it's not exactly legal to be poaching that kind of prey anymore. There are very few of that species of deer left. If you keep hunting them, there might not be any more deer to eat in this forest- well- ever again." He nervously chuckled at the thought- not out of humor, but out of soft terror for what that'd mean for the surrounding ecosystem and food chain. 

He thought for a moment- he didn't want to patronize the dragon in the slightest, but it's possible that his vocabulary was a bit more limited than the average adult individual judging from the odd, almost feral tone to his voice. "Hm... Very few deer. If kill more - no more deer *Forever*. None left." He hoped he was making a little more sense - while equally not wanting to offend whoever was hiding in the brush around them. "Could you maybe come out? It's kind of making me nervous standing here and not knowing where you are."