Meesei laid herself across Lunise's back, bringing her hands up to rub her shoulders as she brought her snout up close to Lunise's ear. "Do you not remember what I said about scars being attractive?" Meesei whispered. "If it is not a story you wish to tell, then you need not tell it. I know well that heroic war stories are not the only ones that leave scars." She reassured Lunise. 

Meesei rolled over onto her side beside Lunise, posing as if to put her body on display. "I would not mind sharing some of my stories, though. As I alluded to before, I am no stranger to injury. I hardly even remember them all. Argonians have naturally enhanced regenerative capabilities compared to other races, and lycans also, of course, have greatly improved regeneration. Healers are also quite adept at restoring their bodies to their natural state. I am a combination of all three, so my scars do not tend to be permanent." She began as she pointed to her stomach. "I believe this is where Clavicus Vile's Orcish zealot ran a spear through me. The Orc, I believe, had killed Hircine's previous Champion and taken the Ring of Hircine as a trophy. Hircine himself issued a challenge to many of his promising pack alphas to kill the Orc and claim the title of Champion. My pack was one of several that accepted. There was not even really a war at that time; I do not even recall if I knew the Orc was a servant of Vile beforehand. He was just a lycan hunter, and my prey. I was not as powerful then, and it took my entire pack to kill him. That was the day we found out about the suppression gas, which was the precursor to the soul-tearing gas. He collapsed the tunnel in his cave leading to him, so we used our lycan forms to clear away the rubble. Then, he sprung the gas on us and forced us all out of our lycan forms. So we ended up naked and unarmed, in the middle of an open chamber, surrounded by him and his bodyguards armed with silver weapons. If that is not a test of worth, nothing is."