As Fendros walked and kept his eyes scanning the ground and trying to detect any scent other than water or forest, he began to think what exactly would happen if the improbable happened and he would become a father. It was all completely alien to him, the circumstances especially. There were no nannies out here in the wilds like the ones that took care of him and his siblings. No cots, no source of cows milk. Would the children be born werewolves as well? Would he even know how to raise them? So much flew through his mind that he had to work hard to focus on spotting anything.

A cry from Ahnasha on the other side of the river caused Fendros to snap out of it and look over to her. She had found what appeared to be Meesei's footprints. Fendros exhaled and realised how tight his shoulders had become with the stress. He swam to the other side and joined up with Ahnasha by the footprints, careful to remove his sword and hold it above the surface as he crossed. "These smell about right," Fendros said after a moment, "Let's follow them."

As they proceeded away from the river, Fendros was mostly quiet as his thoughts became anxious again. After a moment, he addressed Ahnasha, "So... have you had this problem before? I mean, not having Meesei around after... laying with someone."