Ahnasha was not entirely sure how to approach Fendros' question. She knew that she couldn't handle talking about their experience in-depth, but it wasn't as if she could avoid it entirely. Obviously, it was the memory of seeing her in a mutilated state that upset him, but why the pig organs brought it back up in his mind was not something she could answer for sure. She had a guess, but really no way of knowing if she was right.

"If you're wondering why it bothered you and not me...I can't say I know for sure. Maybe it's because I've been hunting for a lot longer than you. I've been skinning animals since I could hold a bow, so it's just something that is natural to me. It's routine, like maintaining hygiene. You picked up the skill a lot more recently. I have more trouble if something reminds me of, well, _me_ being in that state. Maybe there is a way to...work through it or something? You've skinned and cut up animals since our...ordeal, so maybe if you keep doing it enough, you won't have this problem again?" Ahnasha reasoned. After they reached their room, she closed the door behind them and took a seat on the bed. "I just wonder what is going to happen the next time we cut up a person."

The reaction to seeing the arena was mixed among the pack. While the structure itsel was impressive, Meesei had little interest in it. She was aware of the different kinds of bloodsport that was reputed to take place inside, and while she did not have a particular problem with it, she was not greatly interested. Lorag seemed to look at its walls with more interest, but without gold to bet, there really was no point in watching a fight. Kaleeth, however, looked confused at the cheering coming from inside. In her village, fighting was not something done for entertainment, but rather training, so cheering for one seemed peculiar. "Why are they cheering like that? It's almost like they're happy."