With the smell of blood thick in the air, and a fair coating of it on her claws, Kaleeth could not deny her beast the ability to feast. Fortunately, the headless corpse of the Orc nearby was a perfectly suitable candidate for a meal. Even after all this time, Kaleeth still gave in to her beast's desires more frequently than the rest of her pack. She could control it when needed, but she felt that she was much more comfortable in her beast form if she allowed it control whenever there was a good opportunity. Her mind was not as rational in the moment, so she was not exactly listening to any of Fendros' orders in the moments after the fighting. In fact, when Rolaan approached, still in his werewolf form, to join in her feast, her beast smacked him away with a swing of her tail. She knocked him clean off of his feet and knocked the breath out of him, but being a lower ranked lycan, he walked away with a few high-pitched whimpers, rather than to challenge her. 

Malithus, meanwhile, froze up briefly when Fendros addressed him. It had only been a few moments since the last of the enemy had been incapacitated, and he was not accustomed to the quick, efficient manner in which the Champion's pack operated. "Oh, well, two surrendered and, um..." After a few moments of stammering, he turned to Shurgrag and Arthon. "Secure the prisoners and collect the wounded. Shurgrag, focused first on the ones most likely to be saved."