As commanded, Fendros lifted one of the corpses by the arms while Lorag took it by the legs. It was a bit macabre to be carrying around a Dunmer whose neck had been so badly ravaged that its head was bent back further than naturally when lifted, but Fendros just tried not to look down during the hike back to camp.

It was a longer distance than Fendros had anticipated. With how fast the pack was moving in their beast forms he had completely lost track of the distance they covered. Thankfully the way back at least seemed more direct than the meandering paths they took trying to find a scent. Fendros stayed quiet most of the way, deep in thought about Janius' words. Janius was right that independent of Fendros' beast form, he was still the same Dark Elf. He wasn't some terrifying stalker of the night that relished in killing and eating travelers. Then again, the corpse he was carrying would probably be part of what fed them all in the near future, did that contradict his thoughts? He certainly didn't like the idea of eating his own kind still, but chances are that he had already done so with whatever was in their stores before. His beast form could not be some kind of scapegoat when he ate in his Dunmer form. [i]Maybe I'm thinking about this the wrong way,[/i] he pondered, [i]I should probably try to find out why cannibalism is frowned upon, rather than just accept it.[/i]

It was not an obvious question to answer for Fendros. While they walked back, he decided to take the opportunity to ask Lorag. "Hey Lorag, if you don't mind me asking... how did you deal with, you know, eating people for the first time?"