Even though Ahnasha's closeness was comforting, he wiped his eyes with his thumb and forefinger with a sigh. "I've not hunted for a while now, it was bound to happen. I have had a few small troubles while we've been here, but I was easily able to keep control. Then...I don't know." Fendros reached up and held Ahnasha's hand at his shoulder. "I think it knows when I'm panicked. It lashes out. When Galsek described the fate of Caleb's mother, I just..." Fendros huffed angrily and let go of Ahnasha's hand, "It's cowardly and pathetic, I know. I won't let it happen again." Fendros stole a glance at Rhazii and only found more shame in his emotional state.

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Harriet broke into a small chuckle, short lived as it was. Her grin did not come from happiness. "Yeah, redemption. Good joke, dad. You're gonna need more than a public confession to fix this clan." The grin faded, "And I'm going to need more than that to redeem myself. At least Vera's bein' nice. She was always too nice for her own good."

There was a moment of thought where Harriet curled her lips in consideration. Then, with a quiet jingling of the chains as Harriet slowly raised her head to look Meesei dead in the eyes. Her face held only as much emotion as her cold tone. "I wanna make sure you know as much as I think you should, Meesei. What happens to a pack of wolves that gets too big?"