Meesei hummed a moment. "Perhaps I do not wish to be satisfied? A complacent hunter shall never improve." She remarked. 

Sabine's comment was certainly realistic, and honestly, the most probable outcome. The lycan clans had gone through great pains to remain undetected through the years, so even if there were those in the world that would want to remember them, they had simply not heard the story of their struggles. Of course, Meesei also doubted that there would be many who would provide an unbiased perspective on lycans. Regardless, there were some possibilities that were at least probable enough to consider. "That is most likely true, though it is no guarantee. Our struggles have involved others aside from our clans. I doubt Molag Bal's followers will be writing any history books about us, but there are non-lycan worshipers of Hircine, and everything about us will be recorded in Apocrypha. Not to mention, representatives of the Empire and Dominion have been working with us for years. They will keep their records secret, but who knows what shall happen in the far future? Perhaps in a few decades or centuries, a historian may dig up those records? And if we help overthrow the Thalmor, perhaps we will even be able to have actual, open sanctuaries for our kind? If that ever happened, our stories would not necessarily need to remain secret. Although, that is all merely speculation. Optimistic speculation at that."

it was not long before Meesei had finished her dinner and was ready to begin their training. She had gone through only half a bottle of ale so far, but it would perhaps be best to save that for after their practice regardless. Fendros is particular would require his concentration. "At any rate, are you ready, Fendros? I believe we can identify some definite goals today."