"I taught myself, though I have heard others describe me as a natural archer. I have been training with a bow since I was just a cub. My parents were merchants in the city of Leyawiin, a boring life if there ever was one. I took to the forests as often, and for as long, as I could. Hunting was my life; Every time I found myself in our home, I longed for the wilds, and as long as I kept bringing back pelts, my parents had no problem allowing me to do so. At first I was a hunter simply for myself, but it was only a matter of time before I found Hircine. Our lord gave me a purpose far beyond anything I could ever expect from being a merchant's daughter. I spent almost every waking moment honing my skills so that I might serve him better, until he eventually deemed me worthy to join Meesei's pack." Ahnasha explained. 

The Khajiit waded over to Fendros and stood in front of him, looking him over. "I spent years training for the privilege to join the pack. Lorag fought for years in the Legion, and survived for a few more years as a lycan in the wilds. Janius survived an onslaught of giant spiders, but you...you are simply killed a single werewolf. Impressive, but it isn't truly too much of a feat. Not to mention your youth. There really must be something special about you for Hircine to take notice." Ahnasha observed. Her tone was not insulting or chiding, but rather genuinely curious. Indeed, it did not seem like Fendros had done too much to earn Hircine's favor, though a Daedric prince could see far deeper into a man's soul than mere mortals.