The pressure point resulted in a bit less of a reaction than Fendros thought it would, but Ahnasha was in the mood for games it seemed. A set of ticklish wet bristles brushed against his shoulder, which caused him to roll that shoulder in annoyance. Suspecting a fleshfly, he brought his hand up and slapped the itch, turning his head to look. There was nothing. He could have sworn... he looked about himself, then smiled and reached back into the water. After fishing around the mirk, he found Ahnasha's tail and lifted it out of the water. "You..." Fendros looked at Ahnasha with a smile and an annoyed squint. He let go of her tail and flicked the surface of the water to splash her a little, before moving onto her other foot.

Thinking on this new information for a moment, Janius took a deep breath inward and and held it for a while. He breathed out very slowly through his nose before he had anything to say. "Seems like a bit much effort. And risky." Janius concluded, he shrugged, "Good to know, though." His smile returned, "A bit less depressing."

"Actually, to be more specific, lycanthropy is transmitted through transfer of fluids into the recipient's blood." Ariel appeared on the shore of the pond with Sabine. Ariel was content to take off her shoes and dip her feet into the water, while Sabine was wading in to cool off. Ariel had been listening in since she was in earshot, which was enough to get the subject. "The fluids can infect if they are ingested, or make contact with an open wound, most commonly, but bedding transfers similar diseases. From what I researched on lycanthropy with Sabine and otherwise, the disease behaved as such. It's incredibly quick, however, especially through wounds. It would require a very strong potion to cure it before the first transformation. Resistance is likely the best way, as Meesei mentioned."

Janius lifted his head as his interest was piqued. "And how easy would it be to find or make such a potion?" Janius asked.

Ariel dipped her head to one side for a moment. "It might be a little expensive, not too difficult to make if you have the ingredients. The real trouble would be drinking it. The last time I had to take one was when I... mishandled some of Sabine's blood. It was like drinking a pint of sour milk mixed with ground pork. Consider yourself lucky if you can convince anyone to drink that."

Sighing with resignation, Janius dipped his head back again and closed his eyes. "You know what? Forget it all." Janius waved his arms up on front of him, giving up, "I can abstain for a little longer." He flashed a half-smile, "Perhaps with this war, we might meet some other werewolf packs. Perhaps we could 'socialise'." He held up one hand with his palm raised, "Who wouldn't want to get to know a member of the pack lead by the champion of Hircine herself? Such a strong, brave werewolf would make any other she-wolf swoo-oAH!" Janius suddenly splashed his hand out of the water and brushed off the beetle that had been placed on his head by Sabine while he had his eyes closed. The rest of the pack had to stifle their sniggering while Sabine did this. Janius stood upright and looked around, breathing quickly. Sabine had already disappeared under the water and had swum to shore. The rest of the pack laughed heartily.

Fendros wasn't about to dob her in, but it was odd that Sabine would be the one pulling pranks.