Ahnasha shook her head. "Not a chaurus. Actually, you killed a chaurus. Not exactly cleanly, but you did well for a beginner. No, you were hit by a frost spell from a wispmother. It is a type of undead; a specter. You spotted some wisps and became curious, so you split from the pack and chased them for a few moments. They led you to their wispmother and attacked. We were able to kill it afterwards."

Throughout her explanation, Ahnasha maintained a neutral tone, presenting more as a statement of events. She wanted to see how readily Rhazii would identify and accept that he had done something wrong. 

Kaleeth sighed briefly. She was already frustrating herself with the fact that she could not think of the exact right words to describe what she was feeling, but she had to try regardless. "I know that I'm in the pack. Everyone has always made me feel welcome, and I do definitely feel like family to the others, but...it's still hard not to feel that I'm not [i]meant[/i] to be in the pack, if that makes sense?" She ansered. "I mean, it took a lot of trying for everyone to make me feel welcome. Everyone has to give me space when we hunt so that I don't risk hurting anyone. The others are always having to warn other lycans about me to keep them from accidentally agitating me. I just don't have the right instincts for a pack. The only thing that lets me be in the pack is my normal, um...rational mind. I always have to fight against my beast spirit. Part of me wonders if it's fair for me to make everyone else go through all this effort for me?"