It appeared as though Kaleeth didn't need as much help as Janius thought, but she was still heavily wounded. She didn't immediately run off to attack more mercenaries, so Janius presumed that either she was too wounded to go on, or she was lucid enough to have better control. Either way, it meant that she wasn't as much of a danger to innocent people as before. He couldn't say as much for Neesa and her attacking force, but that much was completely out of their control. Janius tried to lift Kaleeth's massive form from under her shoulder but struggled where she could not lift herself. As they walked, Janius moved his head to lick some of Kaleeth's wounds he could reach out of instinct, but he didn't know how comfortable Kaleeth's beast spirit was with that. She would get at least some of her strength back from regeneration after several minutes anyway.

Now together and mostly in beast form, the pack proceeded towards the keep and towards Ahnasha and Fendros' captivity.

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Sabine stalked down the dimly lit dungeon corridor, sniffing at the air. It was moist and mouldy, but Ahnasha and Fendros' scents were so close now. As she proceeded, she detected other scents. Ahnasha's blood, and more worryingly, the scent of a stranger. An Argonian man, clean, afraid. The scent was strongest from an iron door to Sabine's left, one she lowered her nose to and sniffed at loudly at the base. The scents were strongest here. This was their cell. Trying to open it found it unlocked, but in her excitement, Sabine pushed it open with full force, slamming it against the wall it was hinged on.

Before her, Sabine saw Fendros and a beast-formed Ahnasha chained up vertically, and between them, the clean, prim Argonian she had detected before. Fear was in his eyes and scent. He held a silver blade to Ahnasha's throat which caused Sabine to stalk forward with a growl, ears flat, neck hair bristling and teeth bared.

Fendros' face was awash with relief at the sight of her, "Sabine? You came for us!"

Sabine took a step forward and Fendros face quickly switched to one of panic. "Wait! Sabine, wait!" Fendros shouted. Sabine stopped growling and licked her nose in confusion. After a moment, her mind quickly saw sense and the danger Ahnasha was in. Up until now, Sabine never spoke in beast form, but for this situation, her voice was heard through a werewolf's throat for the first time. It was higher than any other in the pack in beast form, but still deep and lisped. "Sword...down..." she said slowly. She slowly raised a hand and pointed a single claw to the noble. "Sword...down..."