The Imperial woman still did not order an attack, but neither did she lower her own weapon, nor take on any less of a firm tone in her answer. "Easy, we're lycans, like you. We weren't sure of your scent at first, given that Vile's minions have been known to fake it, but that werewolf up in the tree settles that fear. Even so, we have to be as cautious as possible; we can't afford not to be. Now, lower your weapons so we can talk. Does your pack act alone, or are you a part of the war effort?" She asked. 

Obviously, S'ajira had no weapons to lower, so she was able to simply remain at the ready. This group was claiming to be lycans, which, if it were true, would mean they were likely members of the clan. Looking around, S'ajira did not immediately recognize any of their faces, but that in itself did not necessarily mean they were lying. The clan had many members, and she only personally knew a fraction of them. However, it was possible that they might know of her. S'ajira's pride was of a reasonably high rank in the clan, and it was not exactly common for bipedal Khajiit to marry Pahmar, so they may have at least hear of her through gossip before the attack.