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Atisia (marten spirit guide) is visible.
No one will be attacking anyone, not to worry.
Also, as a note, Spirit Guides look no different from normal animals, so Nani wouldn't be able to tell the difference unless it spoke or otherwise behaved unnaturally for an animal! 
She waited patiently as Claudius explained, by now completely used to his stutter. It had taken her some time to get used to, but she could almost listen past it now, and had no problems picking up the words. He phrased it well, and she nodded in agreement, looking to the others for their reaction. Her neck bristled as the pale female delivered the news: he was not here. "That is... unfortunate. I suppose he wants to avoid your wrath, as well as ours, then." She paused for a moment. "By AniWayan justice, he deserves what he did towards our member. She very nearly died -- death was his intent -- however her puppies were there as well, left for dead with their mother. It was luck that Cercatori d'Arte found them. Our puppies are our most precious members and crimes against them are punished much more severely. In short: if he is spotted, he dies, and I was hoping you would join us in this cause." That would quickly be the end of this Liam person, though Ulilohi suspected he would not be so foolish as to come near her tribe. She was firm when she spoke, quite comfortable now in her rank of authority compared to just moons ago. She was not threatening, however, nor was she trying to be rude. Ocean eyes shifted from the female to the male; so far those were the only ones that appeared with authority. Her spear was still strapped to her back and she was not itching so badly now that something was at least happening. Diplomacy was not her forte, but she didn't think it was going so badly just then.
Atisia shifted in his position on her shoulder but did not speak, and she was relieved. He was... less than tactful at times. The marten was paying attention, though, she noticed. His face was expressionless, even bored-looking, but he was not bored, she was sure.
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