Ylva was not sure how she felt about the prospect of turning into a fish.  Sure, Adam was correct, they would be near impossible to track in that sort of form but...a<i> fish</i>.  Even though she routinely shifted into the form of an animal, she found it somewhat repelling.  She listened carefully as he explained their other options.  They could try to become birds or she could use the gifts she had already been given and morph back into her wolf and attempt to make a run for it.  He was not as strong without a focus and she was just...She did not look painfully thin, but Ylva had always had a certain curve to her body, which months of scant food had starved her of.  Antony had wanted her weak, defenseless, for whatever he intended.<br/><br/>She was not without defense, but she was weakened by his treatment of her.  Even if she shifted, she was not sure she could outrun the four wolves, if they managed to get on their trail again.<br/><br/>"Fish it is then.  I think it's best they don't know we're coming until we want them to know.  I can't promise I will make it the entire way, but at least we can throw them off the scent, even if I don't."  She imagined it would still require considerable energy, but she could focus on the movement, rather than trying to stay ahead of their assailants.<br/><br/>"So we get your foci and then continue up the river?  As long as you have some protection, I think I could travel on foot at that point."  A few miles she could manage, especially if there was not a threat of immediate danger.  The pace could be slower, Antony would not know for days at least what had happened, so he had no chance of sending reinforcements quick enough to cause them trouble.<br/><br/>"I'm ready when you are..."  She said with a slight, uncomfortable wiggle, as another chill ran down her spine at the thought of becoming a fish.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>"She hasn't even been here."  The first werewolf complained as he physically sniffed the air.  "And the wizard nearly killed Jack, he was limpin' when he left.  We should just go back, tell Antony she's dead.  She ain't gonna survive very long alone.  He might even do the deed for us, he didn't seem too happy we were in his woods, Vorun."  He argued.<br/><br/>The second let out a vicious bark and shook his head.  "You think Antony is gonna let us live if we come back and tell him we lost the Lugn Måne?  We have to find her, and the wizard intervened after he saw her running, I'm sure of it.  We find him and I'd bet we find her as well...Don't let your fear rule you, Kristof." Vorun scolded his partner.  The third wolf with them, Varg, remained silent as they looked through the contents of the camp.  Varg was becoming less and less invested in this mission.  Yes, Antony had the power over the pack, but he had gone about it the wrong way.  Ylva did not deserve this, did she?<br/><br/>Kristof growled and kicked the ground near a bunch of scattered sticks, one long one in particular, and suddenly a large fireball appeared out of nowhere.  The werewolf attempted to dodge the blow, but did not manage it fast enough.  It collided with him and Kristof let out a harrowing cry as he flew through the air and tumbled to the ground.	He was gravely injured, but the tumbling had managed to put out the flames.<br/><br/>"Fantastic..." Vorun growled. "It's fucking booby-trapped.  Varg, get over here.  Help me look around.  Maybe we can follow his scent somewhere else..."<br/><br/>Varg followed reluctantly, until he saw the wands that had been disturbed by Kristof's sudden movement.  "Vorun, I don't think you should move..."  He said, gesturing to the wands.