Stavanger Bay We are tiny but mighty

Cry blinked, not for thinking, but because his eyes needed the moisture. He had stared at her paws too long, losing himself in his own capabilities.
He knew fully well that he was considered an Outrider type, along with a prospering Warden and Gamekeeper, for his hunting ability is superb. However, bragging was not his forte.
But, you had to sell yourself to get in, didn't you?

"I hunt with no error, keep fast and efficient to all duties assigned to me, and I have no problem with attempts to bring others to see the same side as me. Especially for the benifit of those who need it, most."

When the russet female spoke of recruiting, Cry knew they were low on numbers. Te lack of scents mixed to her own was a telltale sign of their diminishing numbers, an it only helped to boost his own confidence.
However, he kept it in check.
Especially considering she could simply say a flat out 'no' and chase his ass out.