Everyone in Meesei's group backed off behind her and held their tongues once she transformed. The impostor's attempt to get rid of them was rushed, she clearly was not aware of who she was dealing with. Now that she had showed her hand, the impostor's fate seemed to be all but sealed. All Meesei needed to do was challenge her - that much was beyond interruption by any lycan.

Fendros in particular thought it strange that a servant of Vile would take on lycanthropy. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps this woman was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Then again, the one who had corrupted Harriet into murdering Jerrick went to the same lengths years ago. If would be interesting to see if this one would admit defeat now, and whether Meesei would offer mercy.

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[i]"Ah, Tzirret would like that too,"[/i] Tzirret answered, [i]"Even just enough water for a bath would be refreshing."[/i] Now that he was a little more settled, Tzirret wrapped his tail around Ma'tanza's waist and tried to forget about Bheja's lecture. [i]"Though, he also hopes that there is some fresher food,"[/i] he added, [i]"This one has been spending too much time picking dry and salty morsels from his teeth. They make him even more thirsty than the sun and the dry air does."[/i] Tzirret grinned and held a cupped hand out in front of him, [i]"What he would do for a ripe nectarine. The kind that runs juices down your arm when you bite it..."[/i]