The man with the gun was briefly deterred by the attack on his partner, the shock evident in his eyes.  Belle was also quite surprised, she had not realized there were wolves in this area, but she knew from the smell of the creature taking out one of her assailants, that he was like her.  A werewolf.  She began to move again, digging the heel of her good leg into the ground and pressing herself back against the mud to inch away from the other hunter.  He had started to turn the gun on the wolf, but before he could attempt to fire, the beast was on him.  And then, both of the men sent to capture her were dead.<br/><br/>The scent of their blood filled her nostrils, heavy and metallic.  Now that the threat was taken care of, Belle slowly moved until she was on her feet again, only to have her head swim slightly as she got to her feet.  She looked at the wolf, unsure what to say.  'Thank you' felt like an odd way of showing gratitude to someone who had just killed two people to save her.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry...."  Escaped her mouth instead.  "I didn't...I didn't know these were pack lands.  I wouldn't have led them here."  She had never been with a pack, but she had met a few of her kind while she was on the run, and in that time she had learned enough to know bringing danger to a pack was largely frowned upon.