Cole did not say anything. All that's left was some confusion in his eyes and something....that could not be explained clearly.
"Mighty messenger, may I enter?" Cole asked.
"No," Elvis answered firmly and decisively without hesitation.
Cole did not insist any further as he just nodded his head and placed the fox at the entrance. Ruffling his head as if he was touching his pet dog, he repeatedly advised, "Since you've already become the mighty messenger's beast pet, you'll need to serve her well till she feels comfortable here. This will be considered as you, the Ninth Highness, contributing to the snow fox tribe. Don't throw your temper and create a ruckus anymore, alright? Your behavior will make things difficult for the messenger."