Peiter was reluctant to let go, but Sabine was excited enough to teach him that he did not have much of a choice but to continue with the lesson. Upon her instruction, he started to channel his magicka once more. Now that he had done it once, he just had to replicate what he had done on the first attempt. Now, with focus, he could actually somewhat feel what he was doing. It was far weaker than what Sabine could do without even trying, but he was manipulating his magicka nonetheless. As for actually casting a spell, however, he was having much more difficulty. Her analogies seemed to make sense, but trying to 'move' magicka in the way she was describing did not come easily to him. He tried imagining that his hand was glowing, but the most he could seem to do was to make the magicka within him flutter.

"I'm...trying, but it's just not happening. I know you said it's like moving a muscle, but it's like trying to move a muscle I never knew I had. Maybe..." Peiter began as he looked up into Sabine's eyes. He clasped his hands around Sabine's and held them close to his chest. "Maybe you can show me? I can try to feel your magicka, to see how you are doing it."

Tzirret had not gone into detail on his turning, but traumatic turnings were common enough among lycans that the pride made their assumptions on what might have happened. Regardless, such stories were ones that many of them shared, and they knew it best not to dwell on those details. Ra'kalesh was the first to answer Tzirret.

"This one is Ra'kalesh, the leader of this pride. In his life before turning, he was a monk. This one lived in a monestary, and was a student of the Whispering Fang. You may know it best for the style of martial arts we practiced, but we did have a life and beliefs beyond it. Ra'kalesh was turned when out hunting with one of his brothers. This one was taken into a smaller pride for a while before we found the clan. It was difficult adjusting to such a life at first, as this one is sure you can relate, but he has found more meaning in this life than his last."

Once he was finished speaking, Ra'kalesh nodded to the next of his pride beside him, Do'ajee. "This one's life has not been so exceptional. She is Do'ajee, a warrior by trade." She said. Notably, her Cyrodilic was much more heavily accented than most of the others in her pride. "This one is of one of the nomadic tribes who wander the deserts to the north. We had wandered close to the Tenmar forest when this one was turned. She was swimming: a rare opportunity for one who wanders the desert. Fortunately, this one was alone, and did not return to her tribe. Finding the clan took time, and Do'ajee admits she did not want to join them at first. She blamed them for the rogue lycan's actions, but Ra'kalesh convinced this one to give them a chance."

Since they seemed to be going in a circle, La'khay gave her introduction next. "This one is La'khay. She is not a fighter like most of the others, except Colors of course. This one is actually from Senchal. Her parents were paupers who worked odd jobs around the city, just as this one has done most of her life. Before her turning, La'khay was a prostitute working at a brothel near the docks. It was a nice place; you should visit it if you get the chance. It was probably one of this one's clients who turned her, considering that one day, she was suddenly a werelion. Luckily, Colors happened to be nearby when this one was close to turning and took her out of the city." She explained. Despite the nature of her history, La'khay did not seem to show a hint of shame in describing it.