The three of you walk into the room, weapons drawn and at the ready... and for a few moments, the creatures don't seem to notice. However, as the sound of your group's footsteps draws closer, the creatures fall silent, one by one.<br/><br/>"Hrmmmm..." says one of the creatures, hopping up to perch on the elk's ribs. "Looksie here, fellas... A couple of hunams and a foxyfox."<br/><br/>The creatures twitter at that, and form a loose circle around you. None draw weapons, but they don't look like they're about to move, either...<br/><br/>"Hohom... what says you gives us a kiss, pretty hunams?" Another chimes in, putting frost-tipped fingers to ugly little lips, and blowing a kiss your way. Mindless taunting... but why does your sword feel colder? "We not bites you much..."