Kaleeth had no more words after Janius left. The only thing she did was to sit down on her bedroll, draw her knees up to her chest, and wrap her arms around them. There she sat with her head down, sobbing profusely. For the moment, sadness and self-loathing was what dominated her mind, but the anger was still there. Her beast was sated, so it wasn't because of its influence this time. This anger came directly from her. Even if it wasn't rational, part of her wanted to blame Janius for all of this, for causing her to go and contract lycanthropy, for her becoming a cannibalistic beast against her will. Even the rest of the pack was not immune to her frustrations, though it was not focused on them. How many had they eaten, she wondered? 

Meesei was cautious in her approach. For the moment, she sat nearby, waiting for the moment to seem right for her to comfort Kaleeth. There was no longer any danger of her taking on her werecrocodile form, which would make this significantly easier, but she still wanted to approach with compassion. She had a feeling that convincing Kaleeth to accept this would be more difficult than with Fendros.