"I doubt it. Werewolf hunters come from all over. You will even find some serving Hircine, I hear. Lorag would probably take it as a point of pride that he was an Orc, given his capabilities." Ahnasha responded. Since they were out of the way of most of the townsfolk, and most of them did not speak Cyrodilic, they could speak more freely than they could in Thorn. Even so, she decided to pick her words carefully enough so that what they were would not be obvious. 

"Anyway, I'm starting to get a bit more anxious the closer we get to the day our child will be born. Back when this all first started, there was so much I didn't know about anything related to raising a child. I just always figured there would be plenty of time for me to figure it out. Well, now it has been five months and I still know only a little more than when it started. Instinct will only help up to a point. I've sat down and talked with Meesei about it before. She has been a big help, but even she hasn't raised a child in our...situation before. Not to mention the birth itself. Meesei knows about laying eggs, not delivering cubs. From everything I've heard, it is a painful and sometimes dangerous ordeal. The only thing I can think of to do to prepare is to make sure Runt has plenty of ingredients for painkillers in the weeks leading up to it, then just...wait. Unless there is something more you can think of to do?" Ahnasha asked. She knew it was unlikely, but a part of her wished Fendros had some idea or suggestion she had not thought of, as she really did not like stepping into this blind.