Even though Fendros had a fluctuating impression of Meesei in the month he had known her, it took listening to Ahnasha to realise just how much their alpha had done for them. Fendros felt an empathy then, for he knew that Meesei's actions had always been for the pack. She took care of them all more than he had known. Trying to keep his own tears back now, Fendros put his arm around Ahnasha in turn and rubbed the side of her far shoulder to comfort her. He gave her a kiss on the top of her head while she wept and he watched on. There was nothing much more to say to make the situation any easier. All they could do was wait.

The search for surviving flasks from Sabine stretched on. It was a little distracting for the rest of the pack to hear so much glass making noise, but none of them interrupted her. It was better than the wordless silence they had all taken on. After what seemed like an age of rummaging and searching, Sabine triumphantly produced a single intact flask, filled with a swirling purple liquid that had a thicker looking gas inhabiting the void between the liquid and the stopper. Like the others, it had no label, much to Sabine's disappointment, but it was something she could work with. Carefully, she carried the flask in both hands and placed it down with her other belongings, before going back to find any more clues.

Lorag, having splinted his leg and bandaged himself, noticed the flask Sabine had found. He limped towards it and picked it up, looking at it front and back. His move prompted Sabine to stop and turn to stare at him, as if to wonder what interest he had, or more importantly whether he would be a problem in her investigation.

"Hey Runt, what do you plan to do with this?" Lorag asked. Sabine didn't answer, but remained still and staring. Lorag followed up, "It's an affront to us, nearly killed us all, we should get rid of it."

Sabine stepped up and took the flask from Lorag's hands and put it back where she had left it. "I've seen it before," Sabine said, before turning and walking back to the crates.

Lorag furrowed his brow, he wasn't in the mood for tricks, much less from probably the least mischievous member of the pack. "If you're hiding something, Runt, you'd better tell us. This stuff is dangerous."

Sabine stopped in her tracks again with her back to Lorag, considering. "I can make something to block its effect," she lied. In fact, she knew very little about the substance itself, but she wanted to get Lorag off her back so she could continue.

"What, you mean like a cure?"

"It's not a cure!" Sabine spun and yelled the words at Lorag with a distressed look and clenched fists. Lorag blinked with surprise and confusion, "I meant a cure to the turning us back effect..." He said slowly.

Realising her slip, Sabine's eyes shifted for a moment, then she nodded quickly and turned to resume her search.

Satisfied that Runt at least knew what she was doing, Lorag let it go and went to grab some of the meat that Janius was butchering. Eating some before Janius was finished with the task, naturally.