Fendros got up as well. He looked at the stalk as Ahnasha was and was surprised how deep their claws had cut. He knew of his beast form's power, but it was always humbling to see it up close. He looked at her while she talked. Werewolf speech was generally deep and clumsier than regular speech under any circumstances, but Ahnasha seemed more practiced in it than Fendros was.

At her final comment, Fendros craned his head around his shoulder to have another look at his tail. He reached back to grab at it and experienced its alien sense of touch agian. Between breaths, Fendros attempted to speak, "It's bizarre." His talking was at least understandable, but pronouncing zeds was difficult in his mouth. "The senses are amazing," Fendros said slowly while forming the words in his mouth, looking to Ahnasha again, "The tail... is strange. Very strange."

As they both caught their breath, Fendros realised just how much control he had right then and there. It was as if his beast spirit was just quietly watching on, letting him think for himself for the most part. The fact that he was able to articulate that many words without problems was testament to it. Funnily enough, he even felt safe. He had been feeling safe since shortly after they transformed. Fendros stood up close to Ahnasha, brushing shoulders. He brushed the side of his snout against her neck and licked at the side of her face. Fendros realised that his beast spirit was still being playful and tried to heel it for a moment. It complied, but Fendros could feel a slight disappointment. A change from the vicious protest it normally displayed. "I think my beast spirit likes you," Fendros said, trying his best to pronounce the words through his wolfish face.