It would appear that some of the Dreamers understood as the prisoners were brought forth. Maska glanced at them, but did not comment and kept his face without emotion. They looked worse than they were, he was certain. He had seen many wounds of war, and never had anyone died from such bruises as the ones they carried, however as one of the Guardians treated the niece harshly, the leader flashed his tooth and corrected him. "Yeliquu. Ayv yeliquu vtla atsisonvnv nasgi." The prisoners would be harmed only at his bidding. As he studied the Dreamers for reactions, he found what he sought, and Siyatavo jumped forward, standing alerted in front of Maska's legs, as one of the Dreamers threatened with death. And now, Maska laughed quietly. How naïve they were. They could not hope to match the awesome force of AniWayan Guardians, but how could they know this? They did not know their neighbors, and Maska enjoyed the uncertainty they displayed. An enemy's uncertainty was a very simple expression of his own power.
One hand traveled in the direction of Wematin as he spoke about the death threatener. How low, what primitive reactions. His palm was facing the Guardian as if telling him to halt. "Nvtsoasesgvna - Galonv Adagatiya, tsvtigohi iyuno ageyv nelisgvi ulvdalesgi. Aseyigi uwagudidisv". Still, Maska was not expecting the Dreamer to back down, but surely she could not be so stupid as to think that she had any cards to play in this game? Maska held two aces against her... whatever the stuttering fool was. She would have to back down. "Do not be foolish," he warned, voice low and his tail high, eyes shooting at at the Dreamers' leader.