"She could smash a rat over a mountain with her mace," Janius added, trying to encourage Kaleeth, seeing as he had been the one teaching her most of the time. When attention came to him, he answered honestly as well. "I'm Janius, I was taught by the Fighters Guild before being turned. I can handle myself well enough with an axe and shield, but I know a little magic to use in a fight as well."

Fendros raised a hand in greeting and managed a small smile before he spoke. "My name is Fendros. I am similar to Janius, except I use a sword, I am not good with magic, I use light armour, and I'm a much better shot with an arrow than him." He gave Janius a sideways glance, "And I can beat him in a fight."

"Hey!" Janius leaned forward and smiled in protest, "I'll prove that otherwise any time you want, Dunmer."

Fendros grinned, but didn't chase it any further. There were other matters at hand.

There was a silence as everyone turned to Sabine, easily the smallest person present beyond Rhazii. The attention made her a little apprehensive, but after a nudge on the side from Fendros, she did her best. "My name is Sabine. I make potions...and I sling rocks. Meesei is teaching me magic, but I haven't used it in a fight before. I don't think I'm ready to." Sabine looked at her knees awkwardly, not knowing what else to mention.

"Sabine is also the most agile of us all in Lycan form. If a rabbit was a predator, she would probably be a wererabbit," Fendros said, not trying to be humorous, but in a comfortable mood.

Sabine furrowed her brow and looked at Fendros, confused and slighted. "I'm not a rabbit," She declared.

Jerrick chuckled and gestured downwards with his palm. "Alright, good. I think you'll prove very useful, I'm glad to have you all with us." He didn't speak threateningly in his response, but carried authority, "Now, before I let you go amongst everyone else, I want to lay down a few ground rules that we have here at home. Most are common sense, or what you probably already live by, but this is a big pack, so we have to be clear."

Jerrick held up one finger, "Rule one, what your higher-ups say, goes. For you, that would just be your alpha, Meesei. Obvious, right?

"Rule two, if you have a problem with someone, you take it up with the one up the rank from you, for you people again, it would be your alpha. Meesei, you would need to talk to the one up the rank from a problem person if it comes to that. I think people will respect Hircine's champion. If they don't, take it up with me.

"Rule three, if you damage something, you work to replace it however you can. We share things here, everyone takes responsibility.

"Rule four, treat your packmates with the utmost respect. This goes for everyone living here. You may not be in our clan, but if you live with us, you'll be family just like everyone else.

"Rule five, contribute to the pack. This might be hunting, tending to the livestock we have here, cleaning, crafting, digging, whatever. All of you are guests, so don't feel pressured. You're going to be helping us anyway.

"Rule six, always leave enough food for others. Our instincts tell us that the dominant ones get the biggest shares, but we'll have no starving here. Eat your equal share unless you're out hunting in lycan form, and be considerate of those around you.

"Finally, rule seven, perhaps the most important rule if you want to live with us. Use the latrine when inside, no exceptions.

"If you don't follow these rules, you don't live with us, it's that simple. We also have some unofficial things, like if you've lived with us for a while, you have to buddy up with an initiate every now and again. This ensures that the initiate has a mentor, help if they're having trouble with their condition or integration into the pack, and is also a safety measure if they transform out of turn. Another little rule is that every pack in our clan rotates duties with hunting, watching the town, patrolling, and other jobs. Anders' pack, the one who brought you up here, was having its turn in Bruma. They'll be there until the end of the week. Other things will be covered by the person that shows you around, but if you have more questions," Jerrick held his hands out in front of him, "don't hesitate to ask." Jerrick addressed his wife quickly, "Vera, could you quickly find someone to give Meesei's pack a tour and a place to set up their beds?"

Vera smiled and stood up, "Of course." She strode briskly to the door.

"Actually, I have a question for the champion." Oswall started, leaning his hands on his knees with his elbows pointed either side of him, "How did you find and kill that slayer Orc? There are plenty of tall tales around, but no one ever says they heard it from you."

"Surely there are more important things to be discussing right now, Oswall," Darahil commented, his head bowed forward slightly and looking sideways at the old Nord with his same cold expression.

"I'll not hear your protest, Darahil. Epic tales are always worth hearing!" Oswall retorted, holding his white bearded head up high.

Jerrick had to speak over them again. "It's alright. You can regale us with tales later if you or your pack would rather have more answers from us, Meesei."