"Hmm, right," Fendros nodded. It made sense that they came about the same thought processes, but Fendros could hardly imagine what it must have been like to be alone amongst all of it. Lorag must have been a real survivor, and survival drove him to do what he did. Fendros thought about it further, taking Lorag's advice. Thinking about it with a clearer head lead him down some lines of speculation. Perhaps the abhorrence was driven by empathy, eating someone after killing them would probably only make the act worse in the eyes of others, especially those that would grieve for the deceased. Was it some kind of disease? A madness? Werewolves didn't have to worry about the disease possibilities at least. The rest of the pack may have odd customs, but they weren't insane in his opinion. Perhaps in an extreme case, eating one another would drive one's one people into extinction, but this was rather far spanning and Fendros wasn't sure.

By the time they reached camp, Fendros had rationalised it to the point where he would avoid eating humanoids unless there was no other food. There may have been more to consider, but that was all he could think of at the time. It helped that these were criminals, he found that to be a more apparent truth as he continued to think. Hopefully he wouldn't stay too shaken by the act of killing someone for long, even if it was his beast form that drove him to do so.

More of the day was spent fashioning cloaks from the materials they had found. Everyone seemed content making their own cloaks for themselves, but Fendros used the time to attempt to adjust pieces of his new armour to fit him better, to varying results. It was a peaceful activity, a lethargic rest from the hunt. Fendros was in better spirits now after calming his emotions from the events of earlier that day. Casually, Janius spoke to Fendros from across the campfire while sewing a cowl onto his new cloak, "So, Fendros, I spotted you disarming that Dunmer before you killed her. You've gotten a lot better at controlling your beast form, you know that? You had your eyes on her movements and everything."

"I'm not sure how I feel about it, to be honest, Janius." Fendros looked up from his own work, "she was scared out of her wits. I could smell it and see it in her eyes."

Janius smiled, "Come now, give yourself some credit. You fought well, and avoided some serious injuries. With what we're hunting, next time they won't be so scared."

Fendros felt a chill as he was reminded of the werewolf hunters. He was apprehensive, but at the same time at least it would be a fight between adversaries rather than a massacre. Supposedly. "I'm not sure how I should feel about that either," Fendros responded.