Lorag rubbed the back of his neck, not really sure what advice to provide. "Well, uh..." He began. He had never dealt with an issue such as this before. Sure, when he first became a lycan, he was often filled with anger and frustration, but he was already well trained by that point. Most of his episodes of anger had come from failing on his early hunts, but whenever that happened, his beast spirit took over, and it was perfectly competent at hunting. He didn't really know what Janius could try other than removing the source of her frustration, but they couldn't stop training her. The girl wasn't near as skilled in a fight as most of the pack, except for maybe Sabine. 

"She got frustrated by failing, right? Maybe...you can have her do something she would be good at? Just...what has she got going for her? I haven't trained with her as much as you, so you would know more than me. I'd pick something that suits her natural abilities. If that don't work, then I don't know." Lorag suggested. 

Upon Fendros' interruption, Ahnasha looked at him with an almost confused expression, then glanced back to Orskan. The Argonian shrugged his shoulders, then motioned her away. "Go ahead. I need to determine a price anyway." He remarked before walking over to talk to Vinaremo. 

Ahnasha walked with Fendros away from the pair of cultists with an expression that was actually mildly annoyed. "What is this about Fendros? This could be our chance; I could live beyond just a tenth of your life if I can just study that tome he is offering."