Turala slid down the bluff and gave one last quite point to Ahnasha, "Just be careful. There are Imperial patrols that sometimes come up this way. Stay a distance from the roads as much as you can." Turala turned to head back south, "I'll find the warband, no trouble." Turala didn't so much as say farewell before she sprinted off downhill. The snow that padded her footsteps soon became more audible as her body morphed slowly during her run into the shape of a lycan. Strangely enough, much of her equipment was secured with straps that seemed to snap into longer lengths and stayed attached to her body. She must have trained her beast spirit to tolerate such trappings for the sake of long ventures.

Over the bluff, the mercenaries had all but marched off down the road, leaving just the Altmer woman, who listlessly walked into the lodge and shut the door behind her.

"Blasted snake," Oswall muttered as he raised a fist to halt the warband.

Even though Oswall might have seemed disappointed, Harriet's reaction was utterly fuming. She had been relatively quiet up until this point, but now she leaned slightly forward, opened her mouth to show her tusks, and let out a blood-curdling shout of anger in Galsek's direction. Even after she spent her lungs, the shout echoed against the mountains for a short moment before the entire area fell silent. All of a sudden, she broke into a full sprint towards Galsek, causing a breeze to hit Meesei's side as she overtook her. Whether she was going to tear Galsek apart or simply talk to him, it was unclear, but she was clearly furious, and she was making no attempt to stop for Meesei's power over her life.