Meesei stood in front of her pack, her wolfish eyes looking over each member. She had hunted together with her pack many times, but this time they were one stronger. With nothing but a grunt and a simple head motion, she started to run off to the northeast, with the rest of the pack immediately knowing to follow. As usual, she kept up a quick pace as she scanned the air for the scent of prey. Unfortunately, she was not nearly as familiar with the scents of the creatures of Morrowind, so she could not tell what exactly she was tracking, but she knew how to identify the scent of a prey animal. 

Unlike some of her previous hunts with Fendros, she was taking the lead completely, and no one was guiding him through what to do. Although she was capable of speech in this form, any direction she gave was in the form of either a specific movement, or a short grunt or growl. Experience had taught them all to pick up on the cues the others were giving, so they did not need speech to effectively cooperate on their hunts. Fendros did not have such experience, but he was performing well enough, given the situation. He made a few mistakes, but they were expected and not particularly damaging. Mostly, he was able to follow the lead of the others to figure out what to do, and hopefully, he was trying to learn how to pick up on the cues Meesei gave as well. 

The tracking was taking longer than Meesei would have liked. The ashstorm from the previous night had covered most of the scent trails that she would normally find on the ground, and she was having little luck finding a strong scent in the air, at least for a while. After a few hours, she caught the scent of something interesting, something familiar. She led the others in following it, slowing down and growing more silent as they drew nearer to its source. As the scent grew more intense, she recognized that it was not a guar, alit, netch, or indeed any local creature, but rather a scent she already knew: Dunmer. Individual scents became more distinct as they approached, so she was able to tell that there was a group of them, and from the faint hint of skooma in the air, she doubted they were your average travelers. 

"What did I tell you about drinking the product, s'wit? Give me that!. Idiot." A Dunmer woman's voice shouted out from just over a small hill between the group of Dunmer and Meesei's pack.By this point, Meesei was crawling along on her belly as she peered over the hill to minimize the noise she was making. What she saw was about six or so Dunmer, perhaps more if they were hidden away within any of the three tents around their campfire. There was a Dunmer woman in chitin armor holding up an opened bottle of skooma, trying to keep it away from a short Dunmer male, who seemed to be arguing with her. The others just looked to be watching while chatting amongst themselves. They were all armed, and most were armored. The smell of skooma was strong enough that they had to have more than just one bottle, and combined with the argument she overheard, Meesei guessed they were smugglers: a target she did not mind attacking. With a simple glance, she could see that they had furs, leather, and other supplies that would be useful to them...not to mention the meat on their bones. 

Meesei looked at Ahnasha and Janius, then gave a quick head motion to the right, signaling for them to flank from that direction. She did the same for Lorag and Sabine to flank from the left, then looked at Fendros and pawed at the dirt next to her, indicating for him to stay with her. Once the others were in position, they would all converge on the camp.