"Well, the definition of feral can be muddy at times. Those who live on their own, I would rarely consider to be safe, unless they have been in a pack before." Meesei responded, her voice remaining just as soft and supportive as it had been. "Even besides that, lycans and non-lycans have met one another with violence for as long as we have existed. Fearing a physically superior beast with no guarantee of mental control is natural, so some take it to the extreme of wanting to eradicate us entirely. And it is not as if every lycan is a paragon of morality, even without the influence of their beast. With as many lycans as we have in our clans, there are some troublemakers. Like any civilization, really."

Although Lunise could not see from her angle, Meesei started to grin as she brought her massage lower down her back, until it was not on her back at all. "You need not worry. I am not going to judge you for past violence against lycans. My kind are as varied as any other, perhaps moreso. Some are upstanding citizens, and some deserve no less than death. Just like some Altmer might become bandits, and some might be stunningly gorgeous champions of their people."