Gallus snorted and was about to make a sarcastic remark to Hiritus' request for clarification, but Hiritus seemed content in continuing to talk without a pause. As for his comment on cannibalism, Gallus raised an eyebrow. He had normalised the practice, having grown up around it, but he understood the sensitivities of non-lycans around the topic. With a half-grin, though, he saw no reason to be sensitive here.

"What? Are you sure you knew the origins of every piece of meat you ate there?" He teased. With a short chuckle, he took a bite of his own portion, "If it makes you feel any better, this stuff doesn't [i]taste[/i] like a humanoid."

Gallus then rolled up the map and put it away. They would not be building a fire in order to remain hidden, but someone from the Orcrest clan taught him a trick when in rocky desert terrain: The heat of the sun stays in the rocks longer than in the sand or the air. They could construct - admittedly uncomfortable - cots out of the rocks to hold out in the night without freezing. It was better than lugging around a tent for the entire trek.

Gallus began shifting rocks until they were in a loop that would hold his form for the night while he spoke. "You keep giving criticisms about living amongst the clan. Apart from that affection you got from La'tahne, was there anything you actually enjoyed?"

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Much like what Jo'rashaad had mentioned, Fendros couldn't immediately think of what to say to help their situation. He simply gave an understanding nod. Perhaps it might help to share his own experiences later, but there were other things to talk about right now.

"Right, we had the same debate amongst ourselves," Fendros answered, "We have responsibility for the children, but Meesei also has as much responsibility to all of us, so we have to assist her as her pack." Fendros managed a smile and ruffled the top of Rhazii's head, "I hope they won't be too much trouble. You won't give Jo'rashaad, S'ajira, and Ciinriel a hard time, won't you, little one?"

Rhazii, still with the end of his tail in his mouth, turned his head around to look at Fendros with a mix of curiosity and understanding. He shook his head in an exaggerated manner, as toddlers did, but did not speak beyond a muffled "Nuh-uh."

Fendros looked to Jo'rashaad again and took a breath. "There is something else I wanted to ask you, though. Don't tell Ahnasha I asked, but..." Fendros glanced away for only a moment, biting his cheek and bringing the words to mind, "...I have been thinking about things. I have been reminded of a few spiritual aspects that I feel I should look at and...well..." Fendros' eyes met Jo'rashaad's with a sideways look, "Are there any culturally particular ways that Khajiit marry or propose?"