Fendros looked down, it didn't make much sense to him. That a child's appearance could be influenced by the moons was hard to fathom. Accepting it for the moment, Fendros resumed his previous shot. Again, he took his time. This time, he landed it closer, but still wide. [i]So the child may turn out to be a housecat. This continues to get stranger,[/i] Fendros thought, [i]perhaps it might even be born a werewolf. I shudder to think how to deal with that. Perhaps Meesei will know more about that.[/i]

Slowly, Fendros' thoughts had become too distracting to keep shooting. He sat down next to Ahnasha and placed his bow on the ground beside him. "Ahna, what you said about not knowing how to raise a child," Fendros said not looking at her, "I admit I have no idea either. I would have had plenty of years to learn, I had thought." Fendros looked Ahnasha in the eye, "I was thinking, since it's going to be Khajiit, perhaps it might help to think in terms of your people. Do you remember much about your own mother? Or, perhaps, any mothers you might have known before joining the pack?"