"We'll have our hunt soon, with the moons. Just...hold on until then." Ahnasha commented. She leaned her head back against the wall and let out a sigh. She couldn't say she was much stronger than Fendros, given that she had to leave that room as well. At least his emotion came from his beast spirit; for Ahnasha, the anger she felt was entirely hers. 

"After that, after...all of this, hopefully Najirra can help us. I'm really no better off than you are; I just can go longer without hunting. We were recommended to him a few days ago, if you remember. Everyone in the clan seems to trust him, so...who knows what he can do?" She reasoned.

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Meesei crossed her arms, with her overall demeanor maintaining a certain amount of resolve. "When a pack of wolves grows too large, their needs begin to outstrip their resources. They become unable to feed all of their members, so some of them will break off for new territory, or die in the process. I know all of this, and I see where you are going with it, but that analogy does not hold entirely. We are not wolves, Harriet, we are lycans. Animals cannot form and maintain civilization, but people can, and at our cores, we are still people."

Though she could not deny that the sheer size of the clan brought it into a dangerous situation, Meesei did not feel it was doomed. It would take time, effort and a lot of change, but Meesei intended to strengthen the clan's foundations. "You are correct, your confession alone will not save this clan. But, it is a small part of the solution. And I [i]do[/i] have a solution. It may take years, but this clan will see many changes to keep it away from this...spiral into instability."