While Sabine was also unsure of how her beast spirit would react to Peiter's advances, it was not so easily convinced as Peiter's was. Perhaps it was Sabine's previous worries creeping up, despite that it was still Peiter that she was with, or perhaps it was something else, but she ended up resisting for a short while. At no point did they seriously hurt each other, but Sabine ended up flattening her ears and baring her teeth, clawing and biting Peiter away lightly, even growling a bit. It took roughly ten minutes of patient encouragement from Peiter for Sabine's beast spirit to submit. Sabine did seem to enjoy it, but interestingly, she tried to fight for dominance halfway through. Again, it was not particularly harmful, but Peiter had to work to keep in control. Sabine's attempts failed, of course, due to Peiter's relative strength, but it certainly sealed the experience as different in Sabine's mind. The animalistic bent of it all had its charm, but Sabine knew she would probably have some apologies to make after they shifted back.

It occurred to Tzirret that he had not seen Ma'tanza in her werelion form before. She was smaller than La'khay, but her appearance did trigger the memory of his last 'lesson' briefly. His beast spirit was as curious about her as she was about the environment around her, but he too had to focus. He was there to hunt, and this odd creature that he had not hunted with before would be joining him. It didn't feel quite as right as hunting with werewolves, but he could tolerate it. Ma'tanza was a trusted figure in Tzirret's mind, not to mention a potential mate. The latter concept that was [i]still[/i] a little surreal in the mind of his beast spirit.

Tzirret stood up in the air and sniffed at the breeze. Just as he predicted, there were many lycans in the vicinity and not much game. He sprinted off in one direction rather suddenly to find their own hunting spot. The run itself was cathartic enough after so long being cooped up in a ship for a while. Tzirret felt fast, powerful, and free in his beast form, at least when he wasn't scared. He relished all the smells and sights that whizzed by, barely managing to remember to look behind to see if Ma'tanza was following.

Just as suddenly as he ran off, Tzirret dug his feet and hands into the ground and slid to a halt. He had his nose to the air. He had found something. A wild sow. A big one. His mouth watered already; he wouldn't have to share this with anyone! - except Ma'tanza, he reminded himself of that after a couple of seconds. 

He glanced at Ma'tanza for just a moment. [i]Such an odd creature, a werelion is.[/i] He found his mind wandering under his beast spirit's control and tried to refocus it. The sow! Yes! It was time to chase it down! Tzirret sprinted off again. This first catch would probably be an easy one, but not something to completely satisfy him in a hunt, like a wild horse or bear would be.