From the draw of papers, Gro-Tagnud produced a small bunch at a time, still listening and talking. "Two questions next. What do I need to know about Hircine's Hunting grounds? And what do you believe we will face that will require two months of training and preparation? I remind you that maintaining a supply line to an isolated battlegroup such as this is no easy matter, regardless of how fast the supplies move along the land."

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Rhazii was slightly embarrassed by Kaleeth's openness about her and Janius. That rapidly passed when the recount went to the cult of Molag Bal, whereby Rhazii unconsciously traced a finger over a ridge of misshapen fur on his head. Ahnasha and Fendros had never given him the full story themselves. By all he heard from other members of the pack over the years, he was glad to be too young to remember it.

Luckily, Kaleeth stumbled upon a point that ran somewhat parallel to Rhazii's original concerns. He perked up a little and spoke. "What did you do to push through those times? Where you were homesick, that is," Rhazii asked. He also quickly added. "Did you ever feel as though you...didn't belong back then?"