King Elk Forest civilization is coming and it means to exterminate us

Uka nodded back in response, then mimicked Delight's greeting. Misaotra anao, he whispered, hoping for his sanity rather than his life. After tonight, gods know what would happen, but he had learned with age that the present was the only thing anyone need stress about. The past was gone and the future was a question, but the present? There was no escaping that. Uka thought for a moment that perhaps he was dreaming. Oh, that makes sense!, he thought to himself, but he knew darn well it made absolutely no sense. 'Cause everytime he blinked his eyes, hoping he'd be back home again, the beast was still there. 

Maybe that meant that this was his home, now. 

Izaho dia Kininina. It was announced with both pride and reverence, though his submission remained evident in his posture and voice. The voices used this language to speak to him, and if he was right with that being the work of this King Elk, then it made sense to respond the same way, right? Uka sure hoped so, otherwise this entire exchange was one built on hallucinations and meaningless jibberish.