As everyone was waking up and getting ready for their morning hunt, Meesei returned to the cave from the outside, after having scouted the immediate area. The group had been to Morrowind before, but never Vvardenfell. The island held significantly more barren ashlands than any part of the mainland, and while it had recovered somewhat from the Red Year almost two centuries prior, it still only held a fraction of its former beauty. The particular area they were in was grassy, with tall mushroom trees and other types of foliage, but much of it was covered in a layer of ash from the previous night's storm, and it was not far to the start of the ashlands. 

"I've scouted the area, and it seems it will be safe for us all to go on this hunt. The direction on the winds likely will not be bringing another ashstorm our way." Meesei announced as she entered. "Make sure to store our belongings, especially our food stored, deep enough in the cave. We do not want their scent attracting scavengers while we are gone. This hunt is going to serve two purposes. First and foremost is that we need leather to make cloaks and other shields against the raging ashstorms that can form at any time on this island. As you all know, we do not have an unlimited time frame to complete our task, so we cannot afford to stop and find shelter every time the weather falls out of our favor. Beyond this, the hunt will serve as an introduction to Fendros on how we hunt together in our beast forms. When we finally track down our quarry, the Orc, we will need to be working together at our best to defeat him. Now, let's get our final preparations ready, then head outside." Meesei explained. 

Meesei helped the others to move all of their belongings deeper into the cave, away from any prying eyes that might pass by, then undressed herself and walked outside to give herself enough space for her transformation. The others followed suit, and one after another, they began their shifts into werewolf form. At first, the gruesome sounds of bones cracking filled the air outside the cave, but it was quickly replaced with the bestial growls of their wolf forms. Lorag in particular let out a fearsome roar when his transformation concluded, as he was always excited to unleash his potential. Even in their wolf forms, they each had their own talents. Although the size of Meesei's body was fitting for an alpha, Lorag was larger and physically stronger, though Meesei had a better combination of strength, endurance, and speed. Sabine was of course the smallest, but had the advantage of agility, while Janius and Ahnasha were in the middle of the strength vs. agility spectrum. To an outsider, the collection of beasts outside the cave would have been a frightful sight indeed. If one werewolf was intimidating, then an entire pack was a nightmare.