Larrin was truly touched at their kindness, even though he would not be able to accept it. He took it with a nod and soft smile, murmuring his thanks before settling quietly into dinner. During dinner, he made polite small talk, finding out more about their professions and some of their goals. He found out what they each needed to work on individually, and even thought of a way they could help each other in his absence. That would have to wait for the time being though.<br/><br/>By the time dinner was done, he had helped put away the dishes and left over food, then politely excused himself back to the room he had been given. The door was closed, but not locked. He laid in bed for a few hours, deciding his plan of action for the girls, then drifted off to a dreamless sleep.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The next few days were organized chaos between him an the girls. The first difficulty was getting them together at the same time. They didn't work the same schedule, so Larrin often ended up giving them heavy one-on-one sessions on building the proper shields to keep out unwanted mental guests. because of the language barrier between them, it took a while for him to get his concepts across at times, and more often he wound up as frustrated as they were at the end of their sessions. However, it was worth it for him when finally, Janessa was able to stop one of his mental stabs, and Erin reflected one back at him. The basics came easily after that, and he didn't have to work on shielding them himself as he had before. He spent the following week making sure the girls had the technique down without a flaw, and kept them on their toes with random mental jabs and stings that would try to break their focus even during mundane tasks. He lost a couple of shirts because of this, and maybe six inches of his hair, because he pushed Janessa a little too hard. he expected as much, and didn't hold it against her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Larrin awoke while the girls were still sleeping, and picked up his things after slipping into a pair of pants and a t-shirt. He had warned the girls that when he felt he was no longer needed, he would leave quietly. Now was that time, and it was easier for him to just leave. So, once he was certain the girls were out like a light, he slipped out of the house through the back door they had first dragged him in through. He closed the door quietly behind him, then sprinted off into the woods.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A number of days went by before Larrin found himself in the area where he had found the girls. He however, did not want them to see what he truly was, but this night it was inevitable. He found a feral lurking in the area, and the chase lead him literally to their back yard. There was no chance for a silent kill in the woods. As he closed on the feral and hooked its haunch with silvered claws, it released a snarl that was certain to be heard by anyone within the area. Then, the real fight began. With more savagery and viciousness than any pitbull fight, the feral and Larrin went at each other, mighty jaws snapping loudly at each miss, fur flying from wicked claws, blood spilling onto the lawn that they fought upon. There was such a ruckus, that neighborhood dogs started barking, and at one point, the feral ended up slammed against the outer wall of Janessa and Erin's home from a brutal kick. Larrin was quick to pounce upon the feral, and silver fangs closed around the throat of the struggling werewolf. A final thrust from the pair, and Larrin stepped away, a chunk of flesh hanging from his muzzle. He spat the offending flesh out of his mouth, and slowly raised himself to his full height of twelve feet, and tossed his head back to release a long, mournful howl.<br/><br/>A sound nearby caught his attention, and his ears twisted back towards the sound. His head turned to look over his shoulder, sad green eyes locking on the source of the sound. At his feet, the feral started to revert back to human, an underfed, and filthy, male, just out of his teens if what was left of his face after the fight was any indication. The body was covered in bites and slashes that had not yet begun to heal, even with a werewolf's accelerated healing ability. He too was heavily injured, but he lacked the allergy that the feral had. Silver had not caused his own wounds, and those caused by him were lethal without a doubt.