Meesei remained close behind Fendros, circling the pair as they fought. As expected, Fendros went straight for the ogre's throat, just as his instincts commanded him. The ogre's instinct to protect its neck saved it, however, so the ambush quickly became a fight. The ogre could hit hard, but that pain seemed to give Fendros pause enough to think, which was the true strength of a lycan. A werewolf had a fast and powerful body, with the massive claws and sharp teeth of an apex predator, but even more importantly, it had a mind capable of thought and reason. The intelligence of a person coupled with the bestial power of a wolf made for a deadly combination that few could resist. As Fendros grew more experienced, he would be able to switch between ferocity and tactical thinking at will, but for now, his thoughts would likely be in reaction to his environment. 

Fortunately, Fendros managed to slay the creature without serious injury, though she had not quite expected his following actions. Instead of feasting on his kill, he was writhing on the ground as if in pain, though she saw no injury. She had expected to have to force him off of the body to claim her right to eat first, though that did not appear to be necessary. He still very much had the mind of a "civilized" individual, so perhaps he had reservations about eating the raw meat of a fresh kill? She remembered that Janius had a similar issue, though he still feasted on his first kill. Nevertheless, there were certain traditions that needed to be followed, so Meesei ignored Fendros for the moment and moved to the body of the ogre. She used her teeth to rip into its abdomen, biting through the fat and pulling out some of the intestines underneath, relishing the scent of the blood that soaked her snout. They would still need to carry the corpse back, so she had no intention of eating too much and tearing apart the corpse. She ate just enough to satisfy both lycan customs, and the hunter of her beast spirit. 

Once finished, Meesei allowed her beast to rest, shifting herself back into her Argonian form. As usual, she showed no reaction whatsoever to the pain of having her bones break and reform through the transformation. Her fur disappeared as if it were never there, replaced by her normal scaly exterior. Her hands, face, and upper chest were still covered in blood, but it did not bother her in the slightest. Meesei calmly walked over to Fendros, who was still in his wolf form, seemingly writhing in pain. "Do not resist, embrace your hunger. Feast on the flesh of your kill, your beast spirit demands it. Sate its hunger, then let it rest, as I have." She said, her voice carrying a commanding tone.