"Hmph, you do not bow before Vykosa? Perhaps you do have spines...or perhaps you are fools?" The Khajiit growled. "You stand before the alpha of the Moon Hunter Pack! The most fearsome pack to have ever hunted in Tamriel, and now the most powerful pack in the realm of the Hungry Cat. And you are the ones who deigns to lead [i]me[/i] into battle?" 

Meesei, as was her expectation and responsibility, stepped forward up to Vykosa to meet her challenge. The Khajiit was tall and obviously more physically powerful than Meesei, though that had, of course, never been a concern for Meesei in the past. "We are the ones who have led our war against Clavicus Vile, and by right of my strength, I am the one who Hircine has selected as his Champion. I am the one that our lord has entrusted as the tip of our spear against Vile. Would you defy Hircine's will?" 

Vykosa showed no sign of standing down, and indeed, only took on a more aggressive posture. She drew her wooden staff in one hand while her other was held open with claws extended. "Vykosa was among the first mortals to be cursed with Hircine's lycanthropy. She defied him in life. She defied him to form her pack and refused to be his prey. She defied his curse to create lycans with power far beyond anything he saw fit to bestow onto us. Vykosa defied Hircine's designs, and would have conquered Tamriel to dominate those who had hunted us, rather than just accept being the prey that Hircine intended us to be. Vykosa lived her life in defiance of Hircine, do you think she fears to defy him now, even here?"

Though she did not make any particular movements, Meesei was ready to respond to any potential violence at a moment's notice. Given her role, there was no option for her to back down. "Perhaps not. But you should fear to defy [i]me[/i]." 

The tension in the air could be cut with a blade. Lorag was nearest to Meesei and had already had one hand on his weapon since Vykosa introduced herself. Kaleeth was nervous, but focused, and Ahnasha stood side-by-side with Fendros, ready to support him. The silence lasted through an uncomfortable pause before Vykosa's grin turned into a laugh, albeit still a threatening one. "We shall see, lizard. You may make your camp, [i]Champion[/i], but the Moon Hunter Pack will be watching you with...interest." 

Vykosa was not interested in any response and did not bother to listen before she left. Meesei had known that a more hostile greeting was possible, though she realized that she likely should have expected it. History was filled with arrogant and prideful lycanthropes, and the majority were now all residents of the Hunting Grounds. At the very least, they might now have the chance to have a more pleasant conversation with Jerrick.