Janius nodded, however impossible the notion of finding Kaleeth again. He couldn't see how this time, not with how far the pack travelled, but there was hope. "Maybe we will meet again, Kaleeth. Stranger things have happened."

Letting his eyes lull closed, Janius thought he could fall asleep with Kaleeth and himself in each others arms. "Hm? A werewolf?" Kaleeth's next question was something a bit more casual. Now that she knew and promised not to tell anyone, he felt perfectly comfortable talking about it, but where to start had him stumped for a few moments. "Well, er... it's... it has its advantages and disadvantages I guess. I was forced to become one, so I didn't like it at first, but I came to tolerate it, and eventually enjoy it." By habit, Janius started moving his hand while resting his wrist on Kaleeth's opposite shoulder as he explained. "You have to move around a lot. You have to hunt every so often in your wolf form to keep it from becoming restless. You... meditate as well to manage. You live outside of civilization in my case, but some werewolves manage in and around cities from what I've heard. Come to think of it, there are a lot of similarities to living in an Argonian village. Probably because that's how Meesei manages us; she was brought up in a place like this." Janius took a slow breath to think of what else to say, "You tend to eat meat all of the time; it's easier to live off with the lifestyle and you tend to... crave it more, I suppose. As a result you have to learn to work leather and hides well, because there's never any shortage of it. Of course, there are other differences, and plenty of downsides."

Getting to the positive, Janius took on a happier tone, "But the hook is actually experiencing the wolf form. The heightened senses, the strength, the speed. Not to mention the feeling of hunting as a pack. It's... exciting. Unstoppable. Swept up in the instinct. You feel like you have purpose. It's one of the greatest feelings you can experience. Your pack are like your best friends, as well as your closest family, and your most trusted companions. Others enjoy the challenge, the service to our daedric patron, Hircine, but coming from an Imperial family that had comparatively less love and care, the pack is what really made it all worth it for me."

Janius' hand stilled and his tone became more serious, "Though, like I said before, it isn't all wonderful. Taking care of your beast spirit is a big responsibility. One you have to deal with every day. Just like if you were to lock up a dog or a wolf, becoming eventually vicious and mad, so does your beast spirit behave. Except your beast spirit can break out and consume you, even if you try to hold it back." Janius opened his eyes, but kept his head leaning against Kaleeth's. "When werewolves lose control, bad things happen. Then people get upset. I already mentioned that few people trust us. That's because, put simply, we're dangerous. It's true that when both moons are full, we are forced to transform and we have less control, but any other time, my pack and I manage it well enough that we're actually in perfect control. That doesn't matter to plenty of people, though. There are those who hunt us for a variety of reasons. As long as there are those who have not learned to manage their condition, there will be those hunting werewolves."