A wide, toothy grin accompanied the message as it was turned to the Gotal, and Markos fixed his eyes up, never letting their intruder's trigger finger from his sight. Sitting up, the vornskr wrapped his long, bony tail around his massive front paws, and the Lupine cut a surprisingly regal figure. His blonde coat seemed almost white in their snowy surroundings, and afforded him a deceptively pristine appearance.

To the Gotal's credit, he glanced at the text long enough to read each word. Of course his gaze went back to Rocky, then shifted to Markos. The rifle seemed to lower a fraction of an inch, but it didn't sweep away entirely. There was curiosity in his eyes, and his head angled to the side as he rattled off another string of words.

"Ge haatu tu tahko jonaama, abowaana."