As soon as she was allowed, Sabine began to formulate new potions for her next shot at the trial. With the extra time, she was able to be more careful and they turned out as she had intended. She still held the stamina potion from the last time, but she also brewed another of the potions to enhance her weapon skills, successfully this time. Additionally, while the strength potion she had made the first time was useful, strength was something she had in abundance. She modified the mixture of her potion this time to cover a different base; that of speed. Where she could, she also sought more instruction from Lorag. In doing so, they attracted the attention of the same younger Argonian child that talked to him on the day they arrived. Finding a stick for himself, the child joined in the lessons as far as Lorag's patience would allow.

In other moments, Tunxeek sought Sabine out not just for help with enchanting, but also for the company. Sabine was typically quiet with him most of the time, but whether it was socialising with someone closer to her age and personality, or simply the fact that her trials had required her to talk more, she was far more responsive and social than usual. She seemed show her good moods more of the time, to the point where the pack noticed.

In turn, Tunxeek also found a kindred spirit in Sabine. He couldn't remember the last time he had made a friend that was of this plane. He was all too happy to exchange help and conversation with her. He talked about his studies and growing up in the village, about his father and various interesting events. Sabine, on the other hand, only mentioned snippets of things, like what she remembered about the coven, and also mentioning about Ariel in Thorn. Nothing about lycanthropy though. She didn't want to take that risk. In the time that Tunxeek wasn't around Sabine or Thorantilth, he sometimes stole moments to ask around to various hunters, probing about Zharanthixil. He didn't really know what he would accomplish by finding out what had caused the Master-Hunter's sudden behaviour, given that his origins were well known in the village, but Tunxeek was curious nonetheless.

Keeping with the rest of the pack, Janius took each day as it rolled around, waiting for Sabine's trial and ritual. Most of the time he spent with Kaleeth, which made every moment worthwhile. Even if it was just keeping an eye on Leaps with her, Janius enjoyed the feeling of being in love. Unfortunately, he shared her dread about leaving, especially in the few moments where Kaleeth wasn't near, but he knew there wasn't much to do about it. Having Kaleeth in his arms was, ironically, the perfect remedy for such a worry. At least it was for him.

Once the painting of him was coloured, Fendros didn't quite know what to make of it. It was impressive, he had nothing but praise for how far Ahnasha's skill had gone, but he couldn't help but feel a little self conscious at having himself rendered permanently in such a silly pose. If there was to be a next time, he thought, he was just going to let Ahnasha draw him when he was sitting still, like she had tried to do before. None of this pose fluff.

This morning, the pack in its entirety had slept in the common hut. Before Sabine was awoken, Janius stirred in a manner that he was only just getting used to: A wamasu hatchling draped over his head. The first time, he was startled and could have thrown Leaps-On-Elves across the room had he not realised. Now though, it just seemed to be an amusing attempt to elicit the same response. "Okay Leaps, I'm up, I'm up..." Janius said as he lifted the hatching off him and sat up. Leaps chirped hungrily and Janius instantly smelled why.

Sabine's eyes slowly opened halfway to see Meesei and the food she had brought. Today was the day. Sabine sat up and stretched, feeling rested more than the last morning of a trial. She immediately began to feel nervous, just like last time, but the preparation and the prior experience with the trial meant that she wasn't overwhelmed so much. Gratefully, she took a cut of the meat that Meesei had prepared for her and began to eat. After she swallowed the first mouthful, Sabine even decided to speak first, "Thank you, Meesei." Sabine spoke quietly, but sincerely.