"Understood," Fendros said with a nod. The concern he felt going up against someone specifically adapted to kill him and the pack was something he could not shake easily, especially with the constraint of Ahnasha's pregnancy overshadowing the hunt. Fendros decided to take Ahnasha's advice and try not to worry. If anything, he should be prepared to face other werewolf packs if they turn out to be hostile. If what Meesei said about Hircine's message was true, it would be more than likely that werewolves from across Tamriel would be clawing at the chance to become Hircine's champion.

[i]My role in the group,[/i] Fendros repeated to himself, leaning up against the wall of the cave, [i]Well, I'm certainly not the strongest, that'll be Lorag. Stealthiest, Runt, no question. Quickest, Ahna, as well as the best with a bow. Magically adept, pfft, as if it wouldn't be Meesei. Janius? Well, he's clever, and a bit too brave, and he can use magic. Where am I?[/i] Fendros thought back to his training and tried to reflect. [i]I'm faster than Janius and Lorag, but not as much as Ahnasha... I can shoot, I have a passable fighting style... I've no hope with magic... How would it all fit together? I was learning with the group hunts on the way here, but this time I think I'll be expected to fully pull my weight...[/i] Fendros wracked his brain, but couldn't quite find exactly where he fit yet. [i]Maybe it will make more sense when we get started. We will probably have a completely different plan than usual in this environment.[/i]

Not wanting to pester Meesei and Ahnasha further, in case he had interrupted a previous conversation, Fendros settled for going back into the cave and sitting by the fire with Janius and Lorag. They were all staring into the growing flames they had just set. In some darker corner of the cave, Fendros could hear Sabine grinding something in the small wooden mortar and pestle she had brought along. Fendros had wondered why she seemed to approach most of the ingredients in this wilderness with as much expertise as in Cyrodiil. In reality, Sabine was silently experimenting with the samples she found on the road, but still gave off the impression that she knew what these plants and seeds could do.

"So, have you two fought werewolf hunters before?" Fendros asked Janius and Lorag.

"Aye, once," Janius said, "they were tracking us down, somewhere just north of Leyawiin I think?" Janius looked over to Lorag with a questioning expression to confirm his memory. "Anyway, these folks were like the worst kind of wily bandits. They lit the upwind part of the forest on fire to drive us to move. We almost ran into a gigantic... harp of tripwires, I suppose you could call it. I was the first one to trigger one of those blasted traps," Fendros detected a tiny shiver from Janius as he recalled the memory, "a poisoned dart paralyzed my leg and drained the strength away from my body. We were lucky, though, we found a cave that the hunters had obviously not considered and we sheltered until the fire passed. After that, they tried searching for our crippled bodies. I had to stay in the cave, but the others managed to find a couple of them and tear them to shreds. There were a number of others that escaped to within towns before we could catch them. We all got some silver souvenirs that day, some in the form of scars as well as weapons." Janius looked over at Lorag, "Lorag, tell him what you told me about how they fought once you caught them."