"Teach you hunting? Well, I..." Janius raised one eyebrow and looked to the leaves of the tree they sat under. He wasn't sure whether that was a good idea. He had been hunting in the marsh for long enough to be comfortable doing so. However, it wasn't often, and seldom successful, to hunt without someone who really knew their way around the marsh such as Meesei. [i]Wait, why would I have to hunt with this girl on my own? Why can't I ask for help here?[/i] Janius sighed at himself, [i]It's because you're a prideful fool, Janius, and you neither want to be seen to lack hunting expertise, or to be used to maybe, just maybe, admitting defeat and not treating this like a courting. You are just flirting for fun! What is the matter with you!? Just proceed as if that's not an objective... because it isn't, you know?[/i] By now Janius' smile had lowered, completely lost in his thoughts, but he had to reply before his pause became strange. "Erm, sure, I could do that." Janius' answer hardly had a certain tone. He explained slowly just in case he would end up making a fool of himself, "I have less experience hunting in the marsh though. I am used to Cyrodiil. It's very different. Um, how much do you know about hunting?" It was during the final sentence that Janius' mind realised that he might have to transform if they ran into any danger. It was a realisation that caused him to ring a series of curses in his brain for agreeing to it.

Fendros nodded to Julneen again. They would all see eventually. Having apparently run to the end of the topic, there was a pause before Fendros said anything else. [i]"I am interested. There was word said to Janius before, the master hunter spoke."[/i] Fendros tried to recall the hateful sounding word or phrase that Zharanthixil had uttered when he left them, [i]"What is 'Waxhuthil' meaning?"[/i]

The young boy was grinning as he listened to Lorag. He had indeed never heard of a minotaur before, but they sounded dangerous. He looked down with disappointment once Lorag finished recounting, but it wasn't because of him. If his Argonian lips would allow it, he would probably be pouting. [i]"I've never seen an ogre before, mother says I'm too young to go out hunting."[/i] He said.

[i]"That's because you are. You're only thirteen, flybrain!"[/i] The older brother spoke up. Sure, he didn't exactly want his younger brother to be out trying to hunt minotaurs, but it by his tone it seemed like they didn't get along as siblings in the first place.

The younger brother sat up straighter and turned around to retort to his brother. [i]"I'll be old enough soon, so shut up, dunghead!"[/i]

[i]"You're the dunghead! You should have been called dunghead on your naming day!"[/i]

[i]"I am not!"[/i]

[i]"You are so!"[/i]

[i]"I am not!"[/i]

Their argument went on like this, attracting the attention of most of the pack, but the villagers seemed to view it as normal. It was probably a common occasion between these two. At least it didn't look like either of them were willing to be physically violent with each other. It wasn't long before one of the older hunters shook his head and broke rank for enough time to walk up to them and flick them both on the back of their heads. [i]"Ralith-Ei, Caatot, play nice around the guests."[/i] His voice was deep and held a firm authority.

Both brothers winced at being flicked and rubbed the backs of their heads as they looked up at the hunter. [i]"Yes, father,"[/i] they said in unison. Satisfied, the hunter moved back to his post, the brothers glared at each other while he had his back turned.

Once the moment had passed, the older brother asked Lorag a question. His demeanour was calmer than his younger sibling, but still held interest. [i]"Do you hunt these beasts on your own, or with your tribe?"[/i] He referred to the rest of the pack, but assumed that there was more than just the few gathered here in their group.