Sabine backed down, snapping and growling at Ariel, fuming.

Ariel had kept her hands where they could be seen, slowly she moved to take out the glowing vial that she had decided to store in a pocket of her robe, the rope attached to the vial was tied around her wrist. "I'm dropping my tracking vial," Ariel said, lowering the vial to the ground and sliding the looped rope off her wrist and onto the ground and shaking with fear. "Just I came to see if my sister was well. I know- I know that she likely has told you of what happened in the Vos Witches Coven, but you must understand, that was not within my control." Ariel nervously said, hoping dearly that the pack would not strike, "I did what I was told, the other witches and I, we were meant to find a cure. At the time we thought it was for the best, but with the suffering it was causing her, I had to break her out of the coven and send her into Cyrodiil. It was the only thing I could do for her." Her words were fast and frantic, she didn't seem at all like the nightmare that Sabine had described, just a witch who was looking for her sister, "I was worried... Sabine has always been an anxious girl. Please, please don't kill me."

With what Ariel said, Sabine's anger in her wolf form seemed to calm. She didn't transform back just yet, but there was a new detail in her mind that she had either previously forgotten or was completely unaware of. If anything, Sabine looked conflicted, even slightly sad.