The news form Meesei about Hircine's announcement was something that Fendros was especially receptive to when they were all told. He had not forgotten his aspiration to try to talk with Hircine, even though he knew deeper down that fatherhood would tie him to the pack in any case. On top of that, they were going to visit his spiritual homeland of Morrowind. It served as motivation as the rest of the pack spent time training him on their way to Morrowind.

They made good time. Along the way, Lorag's training was mainly focused on strength and fitness, with smatterings of combat and a few pointers on taking care of his own equipment. Janius and Fendros would spend their time sparring, initially with Janius coming out on top most of the time, but soon became evenly matched bouts as they read the strengths and weaknesses of one-another. Janius, although with a tongue that would often say what didn't need to be said as much as what did, started to become a friend of Fendros through this friendly competition. Sabine was withdrawn as usual, but upon being pushed to contribute, would let Fendros know which plants not to eat in the area when she came across them. There were so many to keep track of that eventually Sabine gave up. Fendros continued to practice with his bow under Ahnasha's instruction, he at least developed some consistency in doing so. Sparring with Ahnasha was something that was expressly forbidden by Meesei for risk of miscarriage, much to Ahnasha's disappointment. Meesei's instructions were wide-ranging, but mostly focused on the nuances of his beast blood. Attempts to teach Fendros any magic made little progress from any instructors that tried, but focusing on at least being able to conjure a bound dagger found some ground. Succeeding to bring the blade into Mundus was fickle at best, with Fendros struggling to practice, but the progress he made in that month was further than his parents had managed over a decade.

Despite the training ranging from useful and fascinating to frustrating and tiring, Fendros got to know his pack better during the trip. Hunting with them cohesively only served to help in that regard. As for interactions with Ahnasha, Fendros felt a fondness for her, and thought that maybe being the co-parent gave them some kind of connection, but friendship and pack familiarity were the only feelings that seemed to prevail so far. It was a dilemma that persisted during the trip.

Morrowind was not something that Fendros could have imagined on his own. The architecture, the landscape, the creatures, plants and weather were a world away from Cyrodiil. He recognised a few things that had been described to him by his family and other Dunmer in Cheydinhal, but most things were completely new to him here. Wearing ordinary clothing was slightly surreal after such a time in furs and leathers, but reminded him of the comforts of his former life in some ways, even if it was a temporary feeling.

From the cave in which they camped, Fendros approached Meesei and Ahnasha after depositing his share of luggage. He wore the finished form of the fur vest that he started back in Cyrodiil, as well as a pair of cloth leggings over his loincloth and his usual belt. He considered making a pair of sandles or some kind of foot coverings, but never got around to it after getting used to having bare feet for so long. "How many days out are we?" Fendros inquired, "We're on Vvardenfell now, surely we're getting close."