Sabine's mouth twitched at the translation of Okun-Jei's response. She nodded, "I won't, no."

Beforehand, Sabine had been getting more and more nervous about the fight. She was still a little uneasy, but now having talked to Okun, she felt a little better about it. They would have a fight, and it was still possible that Sabine could fail, but it would be more sufferable than getting her bones broken over and over. Before she forgot, Sabine unceremoniously turned away from Tunxeek and Okun-Jei to find the healer and get her new potions checked.

Tunxeek looked on, then turned to Okun. Okun and Tunxeek didn't know each other very well, even for living in the same village, but Tunxeek clarified Sabine's behaviour to him anyway. [i]"It's okay, Sabine may act strangely, but I don't think she will hurt you any more than the fight requires."[/i]

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Kaleeth and Janius reached their secluded spot hand in hand. There were already fond memories in this area, but this time Janius planned something different. He motioned for Kaleeth to stay standing where she was and took a few steps back. "I am going to transform, just warning you," Janius said, removing his belongings and clothing as he spoke, "I won't need to feed this time, I fed as a werewolf only a few days ago, so I should be lucid as a monk." As he finished his sentence, Janius stood up straight and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and then grunted in pain, his body cringing, but still standing. In the less than ten seconds of sickening snapping, cracking and warping, his body changed shape and sprouted a thick fur.

Once finished, he looked at the ground for a few moments leaning on his hands. He was breathing fast, but his demeanour calmed and his breathing quickly slowed. His wolfish head slowly looked up to Kaleeth, then slowly approached her, sniffing the air by habit. Kaleeth was not another werewolf, so Janius' beast spirit was still apprehensive, but not protesting at her presence. Janius turned his back to Kaleeth, brushing his tail against her ankles accidentally, and squatted to the ground. He turned his head to look behind at her and in a low, grumbling, growl tried to speak, "Jump onto my back. Hold on tight."