The dinosaur lowers his head and gives a birdlike trill. Even semi-reformed, he has trouble in not coming across as frightening. Razor-sharp teeth and claws, as well as a formidable size, have that effect. He steps back a little, hoping that would get the message across that he means no harm.

He has no clue what a Lizalfos is, but he knows he isn't one. Does he look like one? He has no idea. His creators didn't call him that, but he has no frame of reference for what one is.

A Lizalfos? What is that?

He decides to ask the stranger to explain, not sure what kind of response he'll get.