He was curious at her meaning of petrifying and she wrinkled her nose as her memories reeled back to those companions. Her left eye twitched slightly as she remembered their personalities and particular markings that made them stand out from one another.
"They weren't normal..... None of them were nice, all of them were heavily scarred and just looked like my great grandmother's twisted experiments." she replied.
He then went on to asking about her strengths and weakness'. He wanted to be sure she would get a rank she was happy with, which was respectful. Something she felt she would be completely comfortable with. It made her question herself, what really would be a suitable thing for her to do. What would make her the happiest? Though the clan had been structured, it had been way different then a pack, at least that is what she thought. She was raised to be adaptable and had been one of the wolves who was adaptable to pretty much anything, a go with the flow type of girl. So what would she do?
"Well I can tell you that my fighting is my biggest weakness and a rank to deal with that wouldn't be for me. I am a strong hunter and I love to navigate, but I am also vary skilled with herbs something that every member of my family was taught. So I would do great in a hunting rank. Even a scouting rank if it doesn't need great fighters. I also have to say my nose is my best asset and my father's greatest gift to pass onto his children." she replied with a grin.
