Ahnasha quickly pulled her head back, relenting to finally climb off of him to let him up. She was panting rather heavily by this point. Her stamina was considerable, but even in werewolf form, not unlimited. After such a long, intense run, she felt it was about time to take a break. She stood up on two legs, which was a natural position for a werewolf. Raising her nose up in the air, she caught what scents she could find on the wind, not for the purpose of hunting, but just to take in and experience the area around her. This land was foreign, with animals and plants she had never seen before. To experience these new scents was exciting for a hunter such as her.

Ahnasha took a few steps to approach the mushroom tree Fendros had attempted to climb. Their claws had cut deep into its stalk; a testament to the power they held. Looking down at her hand, she balled it into a fist and flexed the muscles in her arm. This form brought with it capabilities she wished she could have in her Khajiit body. There was so much potential held with in her, but which she could release only occasionally. "This is one of the greatest feelings I am capable of experiencing. We have such power. It is an even greater difference for you. Dunmer senses are not as acute as Khajiit, but we are equal in this form, and I suppose you also get to know what it is like to have a tail. It's an improvement, no?"