Fendros understood enough of what Zharanthixil said to know how much this meant to him. Even if he didn't know, he expected that putting aside his hate for outsiders to enlist their help to find his daughter showed how far he was willing to go. There was a voice in Fendros' head that suspected that it could be a trap to get rid of the pack, but Zharanthixil would not likely be so underhanded when Kaleeth's life was at stake. Not that two Argonian hunters would be quite enough to take down a werewolf in the first place. For now, Fendros followed along with the pair allocated to him, swapping names and exchanging which details to look out for.

On the other hand, Sabine had to communicate via Meesei, but she was used to not talking much anyway. As they progressed, Sabine kept her nose up and eyes peeled. She would readily admit that she was worried for Kaleeth. She was glad to find that it wasn't overwhelming. Being focussed seemed to help with that.

Janius rested his hand on the top of his axe on his belt, its blade still sticky with sap. He was in a similar talking situation to Sabine, having little knowledge of Jel. However, communicating with Zharanthixil was something that neither of them were particularly interested in unless it was absolutely necessary. Janius reflected Zharanthixil's demeanour, describing their desire to be away form each other, but their silence and focus held an acceptance that this was required. After an eternity of navigating the marsh to the allotted search area, they arrived seeing no immediate evidence of Kaleeth's passing. Nevertheless it was only the beginning. Janius tuned all his senses to any trace of Kaleeth and stood ready to follow the direction of Zharanthixil to begin the search.