Fendros' eyes opened quickly upon his alpha's words. He could see Meesei in her Argonian form above him. The insistence to give into the beast caused Fendros to lapse his control just enough for the beast to get up off the ground, roar in defiance of his Dunmer psyche and tear into the corpse of the ogre. Holding open the cavity that Meesei had torn open first, he tore out pieces of viscera in great chunks and snapped them up to swallow them. Time didn't seem to be of any importance while he feasted, but he suspected that he didn't take as long as he perceived to eat his fill. A slightly rational feeling of a sore stomach caused from eating too quickly was the spark that let Fendros take back control and step away from the corpse.

As if satisfied, or at the very least distracted, the beast was no longer adverse to regressing back into the corner of Fendros' mind where it lurked. With that, Fendros could feel his body shrinking and morphing back into his Dunmer form. All the way, he gritted his teeth and bore the pain through choked shouts. When he had finished transforming, he fell to his knees, blood all over his hands and face. The smell was overwhelming. He breathed in short breaths and his eyes were wearing such a pained and fearful expression that he looked as if he had just brutally murdered someone on a whim. He wasn't far from the truth. "Meesei..." Fendros panted, "No... I can't..." Fendros pounded the ground with his fists and stared at the dirt, "I can't control it." Fendros shook his head, "Once it bit the ogre's arm, it just... it didn't stop. It wouldn't be controlled."