"I know exactly what I'm doing." Ahnasha responded to Fendros, tilting her head towards him. Overall, she felt to be in a good mood. Calia's fearlessness spoke of some trust for her and the pack. Ahnasha was undeniably dangerous in this form, so some amount of trust was mandatory in order to be comfortable in the presence of a werewolf. 

Since Ahnasha's beast spirit would be reluctant to transform back so quickly, Ahnasha decided to give a bit more information. "The amount of control a lycan has really depends on a lot of things. Training, experience, how recently we have fed. Our beast spirits, the part of us that comes from Hircine, they hunger to hunt. Some myths say we have to eat other people to sate them, but that is not true. Any animal will do, if it's enough of a challenge to hunt. The only other time we would lose control is if both moons are full. When that happens, we must hunt. We always plan carefully around those days. Only Meesei is the exception, because of her Ring. It gives her perfect control, so she can transform whenever and however often she wants."

After her explanation, Ahnasha looked particularly towards Llarasa. She did not do anything just yet, but she wanted to see how Llarasa would react to merely having her attention. If she was becoming less afraid, Ahnasha might approach closer.