The piddling patriarch of the Wisties squeaked out a reply to Dakka, as it fluttered about his head, proclaiming in the high-pitched language of its people that the Ewok was true. Narpoo, meanwhile, eyed their surroundings with caution, keen as a small group of the Wisties approached, and started to communicate with the same voice - some bizarre connection between them allowing their combined squibblings to echo out in the native tongue of Ewokese.
He didn't question how this was possible, Narpoo was merely thankful that it was.
"We will not bother you for long, tree-folk. Dakka and I seek only to pass through your cave, to get closer to those who have done harm to us and our kind." Narpoo spoke to the cloud, which chirped to itself before replying "Passage?" it asked, Narpoo taking a cautious step back lest he had caused offense.
He didn't question how this was possible, Narpoo was merely thankful that it was.
"We will not bother you for long, tree-folk. Dakka and I seek only to pass through your cave, to get closer to those who have done harm to us and our kind." Narpoo spoke to the cloud, which chirped to itself before replying "Passage?" it asked, Narpoo taking a cautious step back lest he had caused offense.