It took much longer than Meesei expected for Fendros to finish the loincloth and pouches, and even then he kept cutting himself with his knife. She wondered if he had actually ever handled a knife before. How he managed to kill a werewolf was beyond her; perhaps his skill with larger blades was greater, but she would not be entirely convinced until she saw him fighting herself. Regardless, even if he was capable of it, he wouldn't have the strength to fight today, so she stood up and motioned for him to follow her. 

"Very well. Something of yours may still be salvageable, especially weapons. We do not have any spare weapons at the moment, other than a few daggers, so finding whatever you had would be preferable." She said, walking in the direction she had found the dead werewolf after he had readied himself. "Speaking of which, what skills do you have? Inside and outside of combat."