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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei crossed her arms as she looked at Fendros, who was not hiding his anger well, if he was even trying to. "Be angry if you like, but that does not change that you performed well. You followed along with the pack well enough and contributed to our attack."

Meesei said nothing more to Fendros, preferring to leave him to calm down on his own. Instead she walked around camp and gathered any bag or pouch she could find and collected them near the campfire. Anything that was either directly useful to them in and of itself, or could be turned into something useful, could be placed inside. The also dragged three more bodies, including the one wearing chitin armor, next to them. While she would have liked to have taken them all, they would not be able to successfully store all of the meat they would gather from them.

Beyond what one would normally expect to find in the camp of armed travelers, Ahnasha also found a chest filled with pouches of moon sugar, while Meesei uncovered a few crates filled with bottles of skooma. Ahnasha had an interest in the moon sugar, but even she avoided skooma. The most value that they could derive from it was that it could be sold, but that was a risky venture, and not one Meesei would even want to get involved in.

"Hmm, leave the skooma here. We have no need of it, and I am not keen on selling the narcotic." Meesei said, closing the lid on the chest. Even being raised in a remote village in Black Marsh, she had seen the effects that such an addictive substance could have on people. Skooma could reduce them to shells of their former selves, if they became too obsessed, and it was not something she wanted herself or any of her pack members becoming involved in.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei watched carefully as Fendros stepped up to take his share. He seemed hesitant, which was to be expected. For those raised in cities, eating other mortals was one of the more difficult things about adapting to life as a lycan. He went through with it, however, which meant it was only going to become easier from there. His beast spirit was probably the driving force behind the act, but Meesei was confident Fendros would adapt in time.

Now that they had finished their breakfast, it was time to take stock of what they could recover from these smugglers. A quick glance around seemed to suggest they had enough leather, fur, and other materials to make the cloaks they needed. Even if they did not have enough tanned leather, it would be easy enough to tear apart their bedrolls and tents to make up for the rest. Meesei transformed herself back into her Argonian form, which prompted the others to do the same.

"It took longer than I had hoped, but the take is better than I expected. There should be more than enough materials here for our purposes, and then some. Look around and see what of value they have hidden away, and if they have any weapons or armor of good enough quality to bother with. I believe the corpse over near that tent has a good set of chitin armor." Meesei suggested. She herself had no sort of skill with moving in armor, but several of her pack members did, and it was rare for them to find groups of bandits and such with any decent quality armor. Before taking a look around for herself, Meesei decided to approach Fendros, as she wanted to complement his performance...and make sure he was coping with his recent act of cannibalism.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei did not much care about the wound on her shoulder. Adrenaline negated much of the pain, and it was minor enough that, with lycan regeneration being what it was, it would heal quickly. Instead, she searched around the camp with the others, making sure there were no more of the smugglers before proceeding. After walking around the camp for a minute or so, Meesei grabbed the corpse of a Dunmer woman Janius had killed and dragged it to the center of the camp. Her clothing was made of simple cloth and would not be particularly useful to them, so it did not matter if they ripped into it for their meal. Even if it was not entirely necessary, it was traditional for them to eat at least some part of their kills right after a hunt, and there was more meat on the bodies than they could carry anyway.

As usual, Meesei ate first. She ripped into the corpse's torso with her teeth and tore out her favorite organs, including the heart. She carried them off to the side for her own meal, then let the others have their take. One after another, they each came by the body in order of their rank within the pack and tore off pieces for themselves, whether it be cuts of meat, or perhaps a limb. After Sabine took her share, it was Fendros' turn to eat.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

As soon as Meesei began to charge, the others all immediately followed suit, rushing forward in full sprint. Two of the Dunmer happened to be facing the correct direction to see them approach, but their initial surprise prevented them from yelling anything more helpful than "Look out!" before they were upon them. Though it certainly would seem chaotic to the Dunmer, each member of the pack was moving with precision. Sabine was the first to reach the Dunmer, and the first to select her target. She pounced on the Dunmer male who had been arguing with the woman who snatched his skooma, catching him completely off-guard. She tackled him to the ground and began clawing at his unarmored flesh.

The woman he was arguing with jumped back in surprise and fumbled to try and draw her sword, but it was far too late for her to do anything now, as Meesei was already lunging for the kill. She pounced on her woman, her jaws latching down on the Dunmer's throat before they had even hit the ground. With one simple motion, she tore through the thickest of her arteries, causing her to lose enough blood to kill her in seconds. At the same time, four of the Dunmer had managed to draw their weapons and were moving together toward Meesei and Fendros, but what they did not notice was Lorag flanking around behind a tent to the left, while Ahnasha and Janius were rushing at them from the right. Each of them would inevitably pounce upon the closest target to them, which would leave Fendros fighting a tall, sword wielding Dunmer woman wearing a slightly worn iron chestplate with leather pants.

Meesei looked up and was about to help Fendros when she saw movement to her left. Glancing over, she spotted a confused male, this time Altmer instead of Dunmer, crawling out of the tent beside her. She jumped at him, and his response was actually rather impressive. He managed to flawlessly reach for a short blade beside him and slash at her with reasonable enough accuracy for the situation to create a gash across her left shoulder. Of course, it mattered little, because as soon as she was upon him, she stabbed two of her claws into the back of his neck and gripped tightly onto his head. Her claws severed his spinal cord, so he was already doomed, but when she ripped his head from his body, it sealed his fate.

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Saarebas said
Tagorn is headed there. He can be there in your next post if you want to wright him in.

I'll mention him arriving when I write the one for Allaina.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

They probably won't prove much of a challenge at all. With six werewolves all ambushing them at once, they wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight. There are probably between 6-9 of them, depending on how many are in the tents. For Fendros, I think the biggest conflict would be a moral one.

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The meeting won't be for a few hours in RP, and I will need to have Tagorn and Leon arrive before doing that skip. I'll post for Allaina. I just wanted to give everyone the option, so they wouldn't have to wait any longer.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

This should get interesting, to say the least.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei stood in front of her pack, her wolfish eyes looking over each member. She had hunted together with her pack many times, but this time they were one stronger. With nothing but a grunt and a simple head motion, she started to run off to the northeast, with the rest of the pack immediately knowing to follow. As usual, she kept up a quick pace as she scanned the air for the scent of prey. Unfortunately, she was not nearly as familiar with the scents of the creatures of Morrowind, so she could not tell what exactly she was tracking, but she knew how to identify the scent of a prey animal.

Unlike some of her previous hunts with Fendros, she was taking the lead completely, and no one was guiding him through what to do. Although she was capable of speech in this form, any direction she gave was in the form of either a specific movement, or a short grunt or growl. Experience had taught them all to pick up on the cues the others were giving, so they did not need speech to effectively cooperate on their hunts. Fendros did not have such experience, but he was performing well enough, given the situation. He made a few mistakes, but they were expected and not particularly damaging. Mostly, he was able to follow the lead of the others to figure out what to do, and hopefully, he was trying to learn how to pick up on the cues Meesei gave as well.

The tracking was taking longer than Meesei would have liked. The ashstorm from the previous night had covered most of the scent trails that she would normally find on the ground, and she was having little luck finding a strong scent in the air, at least for a while. After a few hours, she caught the scent of something interesting, something familiar. She led the others in following it, slowing down and growing more silent as they drew nearer to its source. As the scent grew more intense, she recognized that it was not a guar, alit, netch, or indeed any local creature, but rather a scent she already knew: Dunmer. Individual scents became more distinct as they approached, so she was able to tell that there was a group of them, and from the faint hint of skooma in the air, she doubted they were your average travelers.

"What did I tell you about drinking the product, s'wit? Give me that!. Idiot." A Dunmer woman's voice shouted out from just over a small hill between the group of Dunmer and Meesei's pack.By this point, Meesei was crawling along on her belly as she peered over the hill to minimize the noise she was making. What she saw was about six or so Dunmer, perhaps more if they were hidden away within any of the three tents around their campfire. There was a Dunmer woman in chitin armor holding up an opened bottle of skooma, trying to keep it away from a short Dunmer male, who seemed to be arguing with her. The others just looked to be watching while chatting amongst themselves. They were all armed, and most were armored. The smell of skooma was strong enough that they had to have more than just one bottle, and combined with the argument she overheard, Meesei guessed they were smugglers: a target she did not mind attacking. With a simple glance, she could see that they had furs, leather, and other supplies that would be useful to them...not to mention the meat on their bones.

Meesei looked at Ahnasha and Janius, then gave a quick head motion to the right, signaling for them to flank from that direction. She did the same for Lorag and Sabine to flank from the left, then looked at Fendros and pawed at the dirt next to her, indicating for him to stay with her. Once the others were in position, they would all converge on the camp.

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Also, I edited in the part I accidentally left out of the collab.

Edit: Thinking on it, if anyone wants to have their characters arrive at the meeting point now, go ahead. They would be a few hours early, but it would mean no one will have to wait any longer.

Additionally, provided everyone is still interested who I think is still interested, we have seven characters, which I think is enough.