The trip back was slower than their dash to the northeast, but it was at least an uneventful walk. Meesei was keeping a close eye on her surroundings and spotted a few creatures tailing them, following the scent of the fresh meat they were carrying. Fortunately, their group was large enough that most predators would not even attempt to attack them, and the scavengers lost interest. Since it was taking a while to get back, and they would need to finish their cloaks before moving, they probably would not be able to head out before the next day. Regardless, what they had recovered from the smugglers' camp made the delay worthwhile. 

Lorag glanced back at Fendros when he asked how he dealt with cannibalism. He wasn't really sure what to say, as consoling others was not exactly a strongsuit of his, but he couldn't really ignore the question either. "I didn't get much of a choice the first time. I was alone when I first turned; didn't have any experts to teach me like you do. When I transformed, my beast killed and ate whoever and whatever it wanted. If you're askin' about the first time I did it in my normal form, I guess that was a bit harder. It probably helped that I didn't have any other options. I wasn't good at all that hunting stuff when I first turned. I was a soldier, not a hunter. I had to take what I could get. I guess there's one thing I can say that might help, and that's this: why? You have a problem eating people, you think it's wrong. Why? Thinkin' about that helped me a lot."