Cocanth stirred now, he felt it.. Someone was comming. Cocanth could feel it in the earth itself, his icicles quivered as he felt the pack of kin struggle with the door. He felt something, what he could nto say.. "si shilta kiwieg astahi syrine, astahii confn trelkilt rinov still. soves ve syrine, ihk sia freedom nomag qe leirith." (I can feel them Syrine, they come closer ever still. Guide me Syrine, for my freedom may be near.) He spoke then, his common tongue comming from his lips.