Thoroughly exhausted by the labour, most of the pack was somewhat glad to sleep for the last fraction of the night. Even though Fendros too was sleepy, he stayed up to watch over Rhazii while Ahnasha rested and spent the time sewing up a sling to carry him. Ahnasha would probably still be too weak to travel for at least the next day, or at least he thought, but a lot of other thoughts ran through his mind about the future. He was ready and willing to be a father at this point, but previous worries came back anew. Rhazii would be carried through a daedric war, possibly hunters, all sorts of dangers. Recalling such things brought his memories back several months into the past, and it was then that he realised just how much he had changed. He remembered when he was more bitter about being a werewolf. He wanted to cure himself at some point, but now he had almost forgotten. He wanted to talk to Hircine about whatever his grand plan was that required Fendros in his ranks. That was pushed to the side as well. His mind flashed back to his old family, at least he still barely remembered their faces. They probably wouldn't recognise him by now, even in such a relatively short time. Whatever the future had in store for Fendros, he knew that it wouldn't be like anything before.

It wasn't even two hours before the blue light of the morning sun started to outline the area around the camp, eventually turning orange and getting brighter. Fendros didn't wake Ahnasha, but awoke the others to check if they still wanted to get up with the sunrise. While they got breakfast, there was a sort of uncertainty that hung over the pack for a short while. They were all too tired to put it into words until Janius managed it. "So, what happens now? We stock up at Stormhold, but what then?"