Meesei watched carefully as Fendros stepped up to take his share. He seemed hesitant, which was to be expected. For those raised in cities, eating other mortals was one of the more difficult things about adapting to life as a lycan. He went through with it, however, which meant it was only going to become easier from there. His beast spirit was probably the driving force behind the act, but Meesei was confident Fendros would adapt in time. 

Now that they had finished their breakfast, it was time to take stock of what they could recover from these smugglers. A quick glance around seemed to suggest they had enough leather, fur, and other materials to make the cloaks they needed. Even if they did not have enough tanned leather, it would be easy enough to tear apart their bedrolls and tents to make up for the rest. Meesei transformed herself back into her Argonian form, which prompted the others to do the same.

"It took longer than I had hoped, but the take is better than I expected. There should be more than enough materials here for our purposes, and then some. Look around and see what of value they have hidden away, and if they have any weapons or armor of good enough quality to bother with. I believe the corpse over near that tent has a good set of chitin armor." Meesei suggested. She herself had no sort of skill with moving in armor, but several of her pack members did, and it was rare for them to find groups of bandits and such with any decent quality armor. Before taking a look around for herself, Meesei decided to approach Fendros, as she wanted to complement his performance...and make sure he was coping with his recent act of cannibalism.