Farewells lasted longer than could be reasonably expected, given Gallus' delay. The council and Vera each thanked the pack personally and wished them well, friends came by to bid them a safe and swift journey, and even strangers to the pack came up to see them off with a comment of thanks for helping the clan. Even Sabine's friends came by, but they couldn't wait for Gallus due to their schedules. Fendros partly wished that he could see Najirra once more, just to give proper thanks for all the help he provided, but the he didn't expect that the infirm Khajiit would show.

When Gallus and his pack got past the group of people who had gathered to see off the expedition, he sauntered up with no hint of rush. He was lightly armed and armoured; a small steel shield, a one handed war hammer, and a long mail shirt was all that suggested fighting. The rest was his baggage and his clothing for the cool weather. Gallus gave Meesei a grin and spoke calmly, "Indeed we are. All set to leave." He glanced over to Peiter for a split second. "Apologies for the delay," Gallus pointed a thumb in Peiter's direction, "this one had to say goodbye to his ladyfriend. You know how kids are."

"Wait, This one thought..." Tzirret's face scrunched in confusion and he stepped up to Gallus and Meesei, "You said that you were saying goodbye to Olivia and Prmff-!" Tzirret's voice was cut off by the emplacement of Gallus' palm over his mouth.

"Now, now, Tzirret, don't go telling lies. Meesei? I think it's time we made tracks." Gallus' calm demeanour seemed to flaw at Tzirret's intervention.

Once they had said their goodbyes to those gathered in the clan, Fendros and Janius cast their eyes over the pack that would be joining them. They were only acquainted with those in Gallus' pack, apart from Gallus himself.

Fendros wasn't exactly sure how he would approach the Dunmer woman. Chances are, she was much older than he was, which meant that she was very likely to be more traditionally minded than he was. On the other hand, she was a lycan living amongst more races and cultures than most Dunmer would see in a lifetime. To assume either was risky. The Nord woman, however, was less likely to be a problem. The Nord lycans Fendros had met were not inherently difficult. The Breton boy was one that Fendros had seen in Sabine's group of friends on occasion. He supposed that if the boy could handle himself on the road, he would be welcome.

Meanwhile, Janius but far less concern into how he would interact with Gallus' pack. If Gallus could trust them, and they could handle themselves in a fight, he could trust them as well.

Sabine had known that Peiter was in Gallus' pack for a long while before leaving was even mentioned, so she was the least surprised to see him. She put one hand in the other in front of herself and gave a small smile. "Hello Peiter," she leaned slightly to one side to look at the polearm he carried. She considered asking about it, but instead looked around to the rest of the pack. "What are everyone's names? I have not met your pack before," She asked Peiter.