The ambush went much as Meesei had expected. She found it rarer in recent years to be caught off-guard by their enemy. In general, her pack were the ones on the attack against Vile's forces; when they controlled the time and place of engagements, when they were fighting on their terms, her pack could seem unstoppable. Their magic alone was usually enough to demoralize those that they could catch unaware. By the time the werebears had joined in the fray, there was little left for them to actually do other than to cut down the fleeing, disorganized remnants of their enemy. 

As was also becoming more common, they had a few prisoners in the aftermath of the battle. Ahnasha allowed her thralls to disintegrate before rejoining the others. She looked over their prisoners with only mild annoyance, since it meant they would be having to deal with them all the way back to the outpost. She had already filled the black soul gems she had on her person, so they did not have any other uses to her. 

After ensuring their captives were properly tied, gagged, and blindfolded, Meesei approached who she assumed to be the leader of the sleuth. They had no markings of rank, of course, but she was generally able to pick out an alpha by the way they acted or otherwise carried themselves. Meesei was not wearing as thick of a coat as she would in Skyrim, but for the part of High Rock that they were in right now, she was well-covered in furs to deal with the cool air. The leader of the werebears, meanwhile was an Orc wearing steel armor, though not a full plate suit. He was a naturally large and imposing man, but even he looked down at Meesei with a look of shock and a slight hint of fear. The chaos of the sudden ambush had left him little time to examine and judge the situation, but now there was little question in his mind of who he was standing before. 

"You're...by Hircine, you're the Champion!" He exclaimed. The three of his allies with him were equally as surprised and nervous. One of the transformed werebears, through a combination of shock and a bit of social awkwardness, actually went as far as to try to bow, which produced a chuckle from Lorag. 

The Orc continued. "Never thought this would be how he answered my prayers. You...you all were like a force of nature. I thought for a moment that Hircine himself had come down to Tamriel to smite those bastards. You saved us; no other way about it. We were practically writing our own eulogies before you showed up."

As much as Meesei appreciated respect and praise, she had heard all of it before; all of her pack had. And more importantly, they were not in a position to know if the enemy would be receiving any reinforcements. So, Meesei was quick to get to business. "We are glad to help, but for safety, we need to get everyone back to the outpost. Do you have any wounded among you?"

"Right, uh..." The Orc began, tilting his head down. "Aye, one of our number's hurt pretty bad. Not life threatening exactly, but she's got a nasty silver wound all up her arm. Might lose the arm if she can't get help."

"I see." Meesei answered with a brief, understanding nod. "Then I will help her. The remote chance of another enemy attack is not sufficient to allow her to lose a limb. Take me to her. Everyone else, search the bodies for anything useful. Our enemy was kind enough to leave us a carriage, so we should be able to recover quite a lot of supplies and other valuables. Fill the cart as much as possible; the prisoners can walk when we wake them. Sabine, I would appreciate your help with healing."

Meesei gave another look to the Orc. "And I would also be very interested to hear about this information you have uncovered on our enemy."

While Ahnasha was not particularly looking forward to loading up a carriage with bunch of silver, she still took the time to step up alongside Fendros with a sly look. "Hmm, I believe I counted two less kills for you this time around compared to our last ambush. Sure you're not starting to get slow, husband?" She teased.