"Oh? Let's test that!" Fendros said with a grin, before jumping up and grabbing onto a bough of the tree they were leaning against. He was able to quickly pull himself up to the point where he was squatting on the branch, braced to begin moving at a moments notice. "Pick any tree you can see, let's see who can get to it first without touching the ground."

Sabine followed Meesei out of the water with something of a bewildered expression. A hundred lycans in one pack? Even fifteen was large. Everyone in Sabine's pack was considered immediate family to her. To have that big of a family would be overwhelming. More to the point, Sabine could come across more than she bargained for in terms of people closer to her age. She had expected, maybe, that she could make one or two more friends. People she could connect with without having the issue of lycanthropy be a problem. Now she might meet so many people that it would be difficult to interact with them all.

As Sabine mulled the prospect over while applying a salve to get rid of possible water parasites on her skin, she wondered how such large packs could function. "How do they feed everyone? The weakest lycans would have almost nothing left once a kill was picked through." Sabine asked, knowing that in the pack's group hunts, her beast spirit often got the smallest share since Fendros' spirit eventually outranked hers. It didn't even cross Sabine's mind that the larger packs might not wander as much as theirs did. It even could have been possible that such a large pack might be living amongst Bruma's residents every day.