Ahnasha couldn't quite chuckle in this form; speaking was hard enough, but she was amused nonetheless. After he nuzzled her, she returned the favor by licking him repeatedly in the face for a few moments before jumping down from the rock. She looked back at him, not saying a word, but letting her body language speak for her. With a quick nod, she motioned off into the distance, challenging him to catch her. With no further warning, she took off like a bolt of lightning into the forest, away from Vos. To avoid any complications, she intended to keep them away from settlements and roads. 

Running on all fours, Ahnasha readily displayed the speed and endurance her lycan body held. Even horses could not keep up with a werewolf in full sprint. She ducked and weaved between the trees with practiced precision. Fendros might not have had the same type of experience, but he did have the same raw power as herself. Even if he did not use his beast form enough to know it, his lycan form was just as potent as the rest of them. It was quite impressive for a new lycan, really. With her beast spirit melded into her own mind, she even got the sense that it held some form of curiosity for him. While in lycan form, Ahnasha's spirit and that of her beast were not exactly two separate entities as the were in her Khajiit form, but neither were they of the same soul. The beast spirit's mind melded with her own, though her thoughts were still her own. Given that her and Fendros were mated, her beast spirit naturally regarded him the same way and would act as one would expect of a wolf towards its mate.