"I...think that either of them would be best for it." Kaleeth answered hesitantly. "Fendros can lead really well, I know. He's led me on missions before. But...Sabine is a strong mage, and people could see her more as being Meesei's successor?"

For Ahnasha, she was conflicted on if she even wanted Fendros to become Meesei's second or not. If he did, then he would [i]eventually[/i] end up becoming the Champion, even if Meesei survived the war unscathed. Unless she started to pursue life extension as well, Meesei would die of old age before Fendros even started showing signs of aging himself. He would potentially be leading Tamriel's lycans for quite a long time, which could limit the kind of life they could live together. However, that also meant that Fendros could keep the clans more stable than Sabine could without life extension. However, one thing she did not question was his capabilities. Reaching over to him, she placed a hand on his shoulder. "I wouldn't count yourself out so quickly. Remember your birthsign: you're an atronach, Fendros. You're the kind of warrior that a lot of mages fear. With some training, maybe some enchantments, you could fight off pretty much any mage."

Lorag, with his arms crossed, huffed at the rest of the pack. "By Hircine, I don't believe this. I expected more of you all. The lot of you are tryin' to pass around the title like it's some kind of rotten meat. You know I'm right on this, you see the need to handle Meesei's succession, so I expect you all to be jumping on the chance to serve our clans to the absolute best of your abilities. I expect you to be [i]enthusiastic[/i] about taking on this role. You think that if Meesei died, she's want you all to be fightin' each other trying to give away her title? No, she'd expect you to step up and make yourselves the best Champions you could be. Fendros, Sabine, you're both qualified for different reasons. Let's pretend for a second that Meesei died and the clans need a leader. Now are you going to both step up and make your claim for my position?" He said. His demanding, harsh attitude would be familiar to anyone who had even watched him training recruits. 

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Julan nodded to Rhazii. "Yeah, they were hunting bears I think, but were caught by giant spiders. He was working for that, um, guild. The fighters one. He killed the spiders, but got trapped. Aunt Meesei and her pack rescued him from the cave. But, we can't tell my grandparents that he was rescued by lycans, so we have to come up with something else. We also have to make it make sense that he wouldn't go back to them. It might make them sad if we make them think that he ran away or something."

Rhazii and Julan made their way outside the castle. It was past nightfall, though they could both see perfectly fine. The house that Janius had showed them was not far away, so Julan slowed down while they spoke. "I was thinking about it before. You know that guy that the pack has been helping? Marod, the Imperial? Well, he's a part of the...I don't remember exactly how to say it...the Oculus? Well, I really don't know what that is, but they're obviously important. The city guards gave us an entire room in their castle just because he asked them to, and they've been acting weird just because he's around. Imperials must think that Oculus group is really important and respectable and everything. So, what if we said my father was one of them? And the rest of the pack too?  That could explain why father never went back to my grandparents. Do you think we could maybe say he joined them in secret or something? I think the Oculus are very secret, so it might make sense."