Lunise was not uplifted by Meesei's attempt to lighten the situation. "There are many people I have judged in my lifetime, Meesei. That werewolf was not one I believed deserved death. Punishment, certainly, but not death. It was an unfortunate outcome."

She stared at the sheets. "He took us by surprise. We left his cabin, my guards and myself, after confronting him about lycanthropy. He denied everything. Perhaps it was because we threatened to turn him in to the Leyawiin guard, perhaps it was because I tried to intimidate him, he burst out of the building while we had our backs turned and bit the neck from one of my entourage." She blinked twice. "He charged me. I conjured a bound spear into my hands and drove it through his heart, letting the other end dig into the ground. The creature's long arms caught my leg and raked through my uniform. I was bedridden for several days, carefully curing myself." Her tone was disconnected. "A pity. When his wife and children emerged and witnessed the aftermath, they did not know anything about the clans, in spite of their own lycanthropy."

Lunise's voice took a small turn for the strict. "It was not that man's place to assault us. All the same, I failed to properly estimate a werewolf's capabilities. I could have paralysed him, or drained his strength, or any manner of less fatal measures. I reacted by reflex. Divines damned rash Imperials..."