Fendros frowned and looked down at his food. Meesei had seemed so connected with Hircine at the time of Fendros' induction that it did not strike him as odd amongst lycans. With the fresh perspective, Jo'rashaad's question was valid in Fendros' mind.

"I don't think I could speak for the intentions of a Daedric prince." Fendros shrugged, "It could have been part of a greater plan or Hircine could have simply been taking notice of Meesei's supplication and offerings." Fendros looked to Ahnasha, "I know Ahna has exercised much devotion to Hircine in the past and she had a close experience."

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Sabine was shunted back into consciousness with a sharp intake of breath and a thudding heart. It was morning, as evidenced by the murmuring behind her and Peiter's door. Everything except her numb left arm was where she left it before falling asleep. Opening her eyes quickly accounted for her slept-on limb.

With no more reason to be afraid, she tried to calm her mind and ignore her cold sweat to drift back to sleep. Her lycan nightmares did not differ an awful lot, save for the extra worry brought about by the coming march, so the routine did not change for her. Of course, that thought gave her consciousness another reason to be awake.

"Peiter," she mumbled with half her face against a rolled up fur hide that was her pillow, "Do we march out today? What time is it?"

Her groggy mind slowly put together the pieces and deduced that the murmuring outside spoke of it being later than she had planned to wake up. With a groan, she sat up and stretched her arms. Her bed hair stuck up and around in various manners and her ribs showed under her skin as she took a deep breath in. "I think we slept in," Sabine said as she exhaled. She sounded surprisingly calm about the scenario.