The shopkeeper shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. She is a Dunmer woman, but I do not know her name nor where she lives. I rarely see her around town." Meesei took note when the shopkeeper said the hunter selling the werewolf pelts was not an Orc male, but then again, if he had an entire band of werewolf hunters with him, then he probably wouldn't be the one performing the supply runs. It would make sense to use a Dunmer for the task, and the fact remained that someone was regularly selling werewolf pelts in the city. 

"I suppose all there is to do is wait. We should find a place to stay." Meesei said to Fendros, keeping up the charade in front of the shopkeeper. After the Dunmer returned to the back room to put away the pelts, Meesei led the pack outside to search for a good spot to talk privately. It would be suspicious for them to leave and enter the city too many times, so they would need to find a place within the walls. They walked away from the bustling crowd of the market district and instead made their way to the poor district of town. The number of beggars rose dramatically, while the quality of the structures around them fell. The polish and beauty of the city disappeared, leaving only the basic functionality of the buildings...if even that. Some of them were structurally compromised, and others were abandoned entirely. Behind one of these abandoned buildings, Meesei was able to find a secluded enough place for them to talk. 

"We have something, at least. If I had to guess, I would say that Dunmer woman is working with our quarry. There are a few options open to us for tracking them. We could wait in the city and keep a watch on the general store until the Dunmer returns again, but a better option might lie in that rival pack, depending on what information Ahnasha returns with." Meesei commented once she was sure they were away from any prying eyes.