Calanthe's ears pricked as Raela spoke. Round Stone Crest already had a scout, and so the position didn't need filling... It seemed as though the leaders could still occasionally assign roles on their own, but otherwise Calanthe appeared free to pick out her own role, as long as it wasn't already taken. The feeling of freedom the realization brought with it was... a little heady.
It was difficult to focus back on Raela as the next questions came her way, and harder still to calm the swirl of memories those questions brought - memories of Cathair her brother and Barran her father dragging their latest catch to one of the caches, their pelts streaked with sweat from the kill. But as for herself...
"I haven't had any training towards hunting," she admitted. "I managed to do well enough for myself... sort of... but I've never hunted for a pack. I didn't manage to take down anything very large even right after the fire." She grimaced, then added, "Although that might have been because I burned my paws, and didn't move for a while until they had stopped aching quite so much. By then I was hungry."
"Not that I'd mind becoming a hunter," she added honestly. "I just... might take a little while to learn how to hunt decent prey. The pack can't be expected to survive on old rabbits, can they?" She smiled weakly at her own joke.
Her belly churned with nervousness, though. What if she really wasn't useful? What if she turned out to be awful at hunting? Would there still be a place for her here if she wound up being a poor fit for any of the other roles? They didn't need a scout...
Suddenly that free feeling was more sickening than giddy; her paws curled again, betraying her worry, though she hoped it was otherwise relatively hard to spot. What if they didn't need her?