Rhazii whined out a protesting, wavering whine and bark in response to Julan's judgement. When Julan looked over Rhazii, he tilted his head in turn, curious of what he was thinking.

To the next words, Rhazii understood just enough them to stand up and wag his tail. For no conceivable reason but the fun of it, Rhazii bolted off to run around a pair of glowing mushrooms and galloped back up to Kaj-Julan. He stopped with his chin on the ground, his ears pert, and his eyes looking up expectantly. Rhazii could certainly still play, though his idea of fun was distinctly rooted more in the mind of a young wolf than a Khajiit. For one time in what was a very rare occurance, Julan was the more level and mature one.

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With the mix of physical activity, a meal, and the recent stress his mind had been under, Rhazii was soon curled up napping nearby to the milling back. His ears were tall, but quirked to the sides reflexively when someone made a sound around him.

Fendros had transformed back as well. He approached Ahnasha and put an arm around her waist, holding her to his side and looking at their sleeping son. "Hm, well, it wasn't exactly the plan tonight. But, he showed some reflexes and attentiveness, even if his beast spirit became a bit too excited at times. I think whoever told us that natural-born lycans have better control was right." He exhaled. "At any rate, he'll soon learn better control and awareness. I doubt he'll forget to leave wisps alone after this, at the very least."

When Fendros was nearing the end of his sentence, Rhazii began to wrinkle and contract. Still curled up, his fur receded back into its natural brown with its sparse patches around his scars. Soon, he was shrunk back into his Khajiit form, half the size of his beast form and with his now feline tail brushing back and forth along the dirt.

"Good timing." Fendros looked at Ahnasha and smiled. "Shall we wake him up?"