Kaleeth could guess Janius' plan when he suggested getting away from the group, so she removed her armor and left it behind before following him out away from the camp. Even though the downpour wasn't particularly bothering her, the potential for flooding was concerning. A strong enough current could wash away even the strongest of swimmers, which carried with it dangers other than drowning. Regardless, the beast in her mind was a very present and real danger she couldn't ignore for much longer. She hated the thought of transforming, as everything about it seemed terrible. It was painful, she could lose control, and being a monster like that was disturbing to her. 

Janius confirmed Kaleeth's guess about his plan once they were far enough away from the camp. She never thought she would be dreading a hunt as much as she was now, but if it was the best way to keep in control, then there was really no avoiding it. She trusted that Janius and the others knew a lot about lycanthropy, but she couldn't help but to worry that what they knew would not work for werecrocodiles. What if she turned and suddenly was not in control like they expected? How would they even start going about stopping her safely?

"I...am worried about one thing. What if I do lose control. I'm not a werewolf, what if I don't work the same? I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't think Ahnasha could get away from me, she can't seem to move quickly, since she is so big. How would you stop me?" She asked.