"Of course. We have a meeting to finish up, ourselves." Jerrick craned his head upwards as Vera and two more figures came into the light. Vera walked straight back to her seat and placed her hands on her lap, giving a smile and a confirming nod to the pack's new guides.

One was an Imperial man who looked about Fendros' age. He had black hair and a clean shaven face, but stood a hand shorter than Fendros. He seemed relaxed and held himself casually. The other was shorter. A grey furred Khajiit Suthay-Raht boy, in fact. Perhaps slightly younger than Sabine. He was the opposite of the Imperial; tense, cringed in anxiety, and seemingly unable to make eye contact with anyone. The Imperial was the one to speak, "So this is the champion's pack, huh? Didn't expect you to all look so young."

Oswall glared at the Imperial. "Have more respect, Gallus. This is the champion of Hircine you're talking to!" Oswall gave an apologetic look to Meesei, "I am sorry about my son's behaviour. His mother raised him as a...free spirit."

Gallus simply laughed, "Relax, father! It wasn't meant to be an insult." He shook his head dismissively of the subject, then threw a finger towards the child, "this is Tzirret. He's my charge." Gallus then tossed his palm up in a gesture to follow, "Come with me, I'll show you all around."

While the pack got up, Jerrick saw them off. "Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything. Meesei, I'll catch you up to speed properly later tonight. Make yourselves at home, now."

Once the door to the dining room behind them was closed, Gallus wasted no time in beginning the introductions to the ruins while Tzirret followed quietly and closely behind him. "So, we have a big place here. It's much warmer than the shanty camps and roomier than the caves we lived in a while ago. I was a kid back then, though, so I don't remember much. The smart guys that study this place have a name for it...Vahere...Veahiliec? Something like that. Everyone just calls it home, though." The pack walked across the mezzanine that looked over the cooking area again, Gallus kept a steady pace. "I don't know how many people we have here. Probably nearing two hundred now. It's lucky we found this place, or some would be freezing to death. I've never seen so many lycans in one place before. No one really knows why there are so many now."

The pack was lead back to the main chamber, where a combat demonstration between two transformed werewolves was taking place, commentated by an instructor to all the students watching. "Here's a kind of hub room. There are passages to most places from here. We use the middle for classes like this because of the strong magic light. Those people watching from the sides have charges of their own that they're looking after."

When the pack moved on, there was a moment to ask Gallus some questions while they walked. Fendros was the first to speak up. "Excuse me, Gallus. You're Oswall's son, right? Does that mean you were born a lycan?"

"Yep." Gallus responded energetically, "I mean, I didn't start transforming until I was a teenager, but mother was a lycan when I was born. In a place like this, there are more people born as lycans than you might think." Gallus glanced to Ahnasha and Rhazii, "That the same for the bundle you have there, miss...?"

The corridor and stairs to the next room appeared far enough away that there was time for another question as well as introductions.