Fendros couldn't help but furrow his brow questioningly at the mention of hunting trolls for meat. He didn't even know that they were edible. Less of a surprise, but what Fendros quickly realised was to be expected, was when Meesei prepared to transform by stripping down completely and making no effort to cover herself. A nude Argonian just seemed strange to a Dunmer such as Fendros more than anything else, but it would be a waste to just tear clothing apart to transform he supposed.

Before Fendros could remind himself that Meesei was just a savage anyway, the next few moments released a form far more savage than anything he had ever seen before. Meesei didn't yell in pain like Fendros had done as she her body contorted and morphed into its werewolf form, testament to her experience. What shocked Fendros into staggering back a couple of steps was how she took a form much larger than the creature he had slain before. Meesei was an alpha in strength as well. Nothing was left in her visage that hinted of her Argonian form.

Fendros stood agape for several moments before the words that the alpha had uttered were processed in his mind. "Right... er..." Fendros looked around himself and found his pile of belongings, he walked up to it and slipped off the loincloth he had made, with his back to the alpha. Without facing her he closed his eyes and tried to breathe, listening in his mind for the beast that had taken over him two nights before. It didn't take long before he felt its anger and determination lingering in a corner of his mind. Just as Meesei had said, Fendros concentrated on the beasts, slowly inviting it out. It started off slow, but as if the creature pounced onto the rest of his mind, he was taken completely. Before he knew it, he was morphing back into his lycan form. He still felt pain as his body transformed, but he felt as if he was more prepared for it, knowing what to expect. When he opened his eyes, he looked down at his hands and found two large, grey, fur-covered hands in his regular hands' place, each finger with a long black claw grown from their ends.

Immediately, Fendros felt like running off, chasing something. He almost did, but he could feel the gaze of Meesei transfixing him in place. Meesei seemed to be serving as an anchor for Fendros' mind. He felt as if he has direct control this time, he felt as if he was keeping his beast somewhat pacified for now. Perhaps it was still tired. Fendros tried to speak, but the words only came out in wheezes and growls. After a little while, he learned how to move his new tongue and tried to articulate some words, "Now?..... Hunnd-...Hhhun.... Hunnt?"