The game of tag took a couple of laps around the gathered group, adding some high shrieks of laughter at a continuous rate. As the two ran after one another in turn with their short-legged gaits, they found that neither were particularly faster than the other. Eventually the chase broke off to dodge around unoccupied furniture surrounding them. Newt was able to swat Rhazii's tail eventually, turning the chase around. Rhazii stood in place with a wide grin while counting to three slowly, as was one of the arbitrary rules they had put in place to keep the game from turning into a slap-fight.

Fendros took on a serious expression and nodded after Ahnasha made her reassurance. "At the very least, this attack will make it less of a danger to be a lycan clan in Elsweyr in the future. You can count on us."

"Hm," Janius said in agreement while pondering something. "So you might be known as the Torval clan from then on?" he mused, "Well, I suppose the name doesn't matter too much. Mostly I'm glad that we were able to relocate before anything bad could happen. It's been a run of good luck and smart moves so far."

With a measure of curiosity, Janius turned his head at an angle to Ciinriel. "What do you think of all this, Ciinriel? You've been rather quiet so far."

"By your standards, Janius, maybe," Fendros said with a sarcastic smile, folding his arms.