Narsi kept low and sprung. Her ears pinned back and her lips remained curled up to show her full set of sharp teeth. Between near-constant growling and snorting were threatening barks and cautious paces around Lorag.

For all her ferocity and speed, Narsi's movements were predictable. She did what most young lycans did by instinct; she leapt with all her body-weight direcly at Lorag in an effort to force him to the floor, going for his arms with her hands and the throat with her teeth.

At the very least, her savagery did not accompany the usual relative lack of strength from a starved feral lycan. Harriet had kept her exercised.

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Janius looked away as well, desperately trying to put together a reasonable protest to Zharan. Again, he spoke slowly and carefully. [i]"You would be doing something tremendous by letting us all stay, Zharanthixil. I'm grateful, really. Perhaps, in a different time, under different circumstances, I could remain."[/i] He sighed. [i]"But my place is not here."[/i]

He bit his tongue before he let out an allusion to their upcoming mission and the danger it put Zharanthixil's tribe in, let alone the rest of Mundus.