Janius did not know how to respond. He doubted there was any response he could give to help matters, as much as he wanted to try. It took him a while to come to that conclusion as he knelt with Kaleeth.

Eventually, he curled his fingers around one of Kaleeth's hands to stop its shaking. "You're still here, though. And we have plenty of time. There's regret, yes, but I think it would be healthier to grieve instead. Is there anything in particular your tribe does to mourn the passed?"

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"If we see the worst might happen, one or both of us can always take Rhazii out at night to hunt if we must," Fendros added as Ahanasha stood.

The amount of tension in Fendros' shoulders and neck felt like cold clay to Ahnasha. Not a few seconds into her massage and Fendros let out a long breath and sank into his chair. His eyes were closed when Ahnasha leant over him. He opened them to look back at her when she spoke.

"Of course," he said. "Monderyn and I used to hunt together often. I doubt he has changed much in that way. Llarasa was never much a fanatic of the wilds, though. I don't know how either of them would feel about hunting with werewolves. However, a more conventional hunt might appeal."

It wasn't long before Fendros' shoulders grew pliable under Ahnasha's thumbs. He held his head back with a small grin to face Ahnasha better. "I'll never tire of this," he said quietly. He brought a hand up to reach behind Ahnasha's head and drew her into quick kiss. "You look like you need it more than I do."