Being in such deep thought, Fendros almost forgot his own sense of position when he walked into camp, only to be snapped back into reality with pats on either shoulder by the other members of the pack. Fendros nodded and feigned smiles to receive their congratulations, but between trying to compose a message in his mind and his own conflict about horribly mutilating a creature as an achievement, he couldn't bring himself to their mirth. He did as he was told and set down the sack, before beginning to walk to the water with everyone.

"Hold it, Dunmer," Lorag's voice stopped Fendros in his tracks, "I've got a gift to celebrate your first kill." Fendros raised an eyebrow and started turning around when Lorag shoved a metal item into his chest, Fendros grabbed at it with his hands just in time to stop it clattering to the ground. He looked down and found his sword, scabbard and all. Fendros pulled a length of the sword from the sheath and beheld the blade, polished and sharp. [i]It's better than new, just like he promised,[/i] Fendros thought, smiling in surprise and sighing a laugh. Fendros put the sword back and looked to Lorag, "Thank you, Lorag. I haven't seen it in this condition since-"

"-good, I'm glad you like it," Lorag said, returning a grin and placed a hand on his shoulder, "but you stink again, wash up." In an unexpected and deft movement, Lorag snatched the sword from Fendros' hands and shoved him backwards. Fendros stumbled backwards, his hands flailing to grip Lorag, but out of reach. His stumble stopped as he fell over into the river behind him. Fendros sat up suddenly from the riverbed and shook the water from his hair, glaring back at Lorag, who had his fists on his hips and was laughing heartily.

"Don't worry too much about it, Fendros. It's his way of showing he likes you." Fendros heard Janius' voice behind him. Turning his head around, Fendros spotted Janius wading in the water nearby. Janius wore a friendly smile, but Fendros was skeptical. "So what did you end up catching? Looked like a big one, judging by the size of the skin bag."

"Oh, er..." Fendros looked about, as if trying to find the answer in the water around him, "It... it was an ogre-"

There was a splash on the water between Janius and Fendros that made Fendros jolt in surprise. Ahnasha had surfaced seemingly out of nowhere, "You caught and ogre!?"

"It was just a small one, juvenile I thin-" Fendros began, but was interrupted again.

"-Well, Hircine has blessed you today. An ogre could crush the skull of a new lycanthrope like you." Ahnasha smiled just like everyone else, and Fendros couldn't help but mirror them in some part.

It was at that moment that Fendros reckognised the maroon pigment dissipating into the water was the ogre blood that had since dried onto this skin. He began to try wiping off the blood, but was probed further about the hunt by Janius, "so, tell me about how it went. Was there more than one ogre? Did you have to fight, or did you get 'im by the neck in the first moment?"

Fendros found himself a bit overwhelmed by all the attention, especially for something he didn't feel he should be proud of. Nevertheless he indulged them with a recount of the hunt from where he could first remember, "After transforming, I followed Meesei through the woods, she kept a fast pace, and I was a little distracted with all the different smells, but I kept up most of the time. We stopped at a leaning tree and Meesei climbed up to find a scent. That's when she pointed out the ogre scent that was, well, it was right under my nose. I don't remember much about tracking it, I think the beast was in control for much of the time. Eventually we found it, the ogre was sitting on a rock on its own..."