Feline feet shuffling over dirt brought the groups attention to a pair of Nekonian feet waltzing up to the door flap. A Willher male stepped in among the gathered while holding a certain air of arrogance to him as he crossed his arms and looked down upon Mila. With an unimpressed look the tracker gave him a questioning look as she asked, "what is it?"
"Mila, you and... umm- you is... rak," he swore, thinking hard for a moment as he struggled with the Human language. After several pauses the large Neko male swore again and spoke in Nekonian before turning to Michael, "You. Elder want. Great Fire. Come."
With a solid nod and a hint of satisfaction at his broken speech, the Willher male backed out the door and marched off toward the village center. After exchanging a few awkward glances wit
