She stared ahead at the planet they were rapidly approaching. "Looks like a bad world to be on." "Challenging for sure." He nodded. "But survivable." He adjusted the ships controls. "A fair amount of animals, some very testy. No other inhabitants. Nimbus III is not on the tourist list for anyone, and located within the neutral zone closer to the Federation border." "Nimbus III?" She drew a deep breath. "Navarre spoke of it once. A canine referred to as King Annubis?" "Never heard them referred to as King before." The Klingon bellowed with laughter. "A Hound of sorts. Very powerful animal. Cunning, fast, and very deadly." He became silent as an idea formed in his mind. "Get on the communications board. I'll put in a header for you. Get a message off to your man, Navarre. Word it as I indicate. I think he will understand its meaning."