Meesei remained unfazed by the Dunmer's outright denial of his situation, as she had expected it. The others remained silent to allow Meesei to explain; even Lorag was uncharacteristically quiet. He was staring at the Dunmer quizzically, his face scrunched up as if he was deep in thought. For the moment, Meesei did not notice, as she was focused on persuading the Dunmer not to go and get himself killed. "Yes, you could go back to Cheydinhal, I wouldn't stop you. It would be a fatal error, but you could do it. You see, as a new werewolf, you would be able to stay in the city for a short time, go back to your friends and family. But, no fresh lycan has enough control over their urges to remain in civilization for long. You would lose control and kill those closest to you. Your friends, family, those you spend your time around, they would die by your hand. Perhaps you would even get to feast on their corpses before the city guard found and killed you. Of course, there is a better option. It is the will of Hircine for you to join my pack. We will teach you how to control the blessing that has been given to you, how to fight and kill like a true hunter of the wilds. Afterwards, there would be nothing stopping you from leaving, though I suspect that would not be your desire " Meesei explained, leaning in closer to him. "And if you don't believe me, well, ask yourself, could you always smell someone's heartbeat?"