Calia kept a small smile, but the way her brow was strained gave the slightest hint that what Ahnasha was saying was too much to believe. "I am glad that you know how strange this is all sounding, Ahnasha. I am trying my best, but everything since yesterday has been stranger than anything I have heard in decades."

The hand that Calia clasped in her lap curled into a fist and she turned her head to look into space. "Perhaps you could elaborate on how you two have...created a society, as you put it. Is it merely this 'pack' you are in or are there a few more lycanthropes that you have helped?"

Monderyn turned his head up to Janius for a moment, taking a moment to try to understand what Newt was exactly asking. His eyes went to Fendros and he opened his mouth to speak. However, Fendros was busy speaking and had his back turned. Monderyn tried his best to provide Newt a straight answer with an unsure look at the child. "I am Fendros' brother. Rhazii is Fendros' son, so he is my nephew and I..." Monderyn swallowed. "...am Rhazii's uncle."