Walking along, he came up to the back door of his house, glad he'd made sure to coat the deck with a flame resistant varnish. Still, he turned his internal heat down, shutting off the flames around his feet. He frowned at the round door handle and decided that was the next change he'd make. This was going to hurt. Stepping forward he wrapped his tail around the handle and twisted, tearing the skin and muscle even more. Once the door was cracked, he settled it back to his side and glanced over at Ziv, finally deciding to respond to her most recent question. "Ak sa musíte pýtať, nemôžete rozumieť."
Finally he led the way into his home, expecting Ziv to follow and closing the door behind her. Malcoda walked to an unused bedroom that he'd had sparsely furnished, just a dresser, bed and chair. None of which were really necessary for a hound since there was a brick fireplace and chimney in the wall. A flick of his ears and a soft snort was all he used to indicate she could use this room. To shift, sleep, stretch, he didn't care. It kept her here for now where he could watch her.