She had never felt anything quite like this.  As a wolf, her senses were all around heightened but they were fairly similar to the senses she had as a human.  Swimming was also different but it felt natural in this form.  She had always loved being the water and now it felt like an entirely different world to explore.  She continued upstream behind him, traveling along as  they made their way up the river.  There was an odd tug of instinct, one she was quite familiar with thanks to her wolf, that made her want to stay very close to Adam.<br/><br/>That had been the problem from the beginning.  She was supposed to fill the pull of a mate from some other werewolf, perhaps the child of alphas just like her, but there only been one man she had ever felt such a pull from.  Adam.  It complicated her life in ways she still did not understand.  Why would instinct pick someone that was so problematic to begin with?  And now, it seemed fate had intended to put them back in each other's paths.  That had to count for something.<br/><br/>These thoughts floated through her mind as she was bombarded by the feeling of the water and other things moving within it.  She worried for predators or other issues, but it seemed that fate smiled upon them that day.  It took some time but eventually, she saw the bed of obsidian he had described and she saw for it, pushing hard.  They were vulnerable here, and she wanted to feel a bit more in control again.	As she surfaced, the magic of the transformation fell away and she found herself laying on the shore of the river.<br/><br/>Their timing was about perfect.  Just in time to hear the wands activate their trap.  Vorun was tossed by a sudden burst of motion.  He flew through the air and landed with a sickening crack.  A bone in one of his legs was likely broken.  In the distance, she could see that one of the other wolves had as felt the sting of a booby trap.  The last one who remained look utterly terrified.  She considered waiting for Adam to offer her clothes back to her, but ultimately she realized she had an opportunity here.  Varg had once been her friend.  They were nearly the same age, born the same spring and raised together when they were babes and young pups.  He had never been a particularly brave wolf, always willing to follow the lead of those he considered stronger, but Ylva had always thought he had a golden heart.<br/><br/>She pressed up to her feet and approached him, holding up both her hands.  Her body still dripped with moisture and in another situation, it might have been odd for her to be so exposed, but the pack was used to this sort of thing.  They shifted in front of each other often.<br/><br/>"You don't have to help them, Varg.  I know you're better than this."  She said.<br/><br/>Varg spun to face her, that look of terror growing.  "I...Ylva...I'm...." He stuttered.<br/><br/>Her voice got soft then, and she conjured the same sort of power she had used when Adam first fought the wolves.  As she continued to speak, some of the tension leaked out of Varg.<br/><br/>"It's okay, you did what you had to in order to survive.  I would have done the same.   I forgive you."  She told him.  Behind him, Vorun was attempting to stand.  Wolves healed quickly.  A broken ankle would have set a human back for days, but a wolf?  Maybe hours.   Varg began to take several steps toward Ylva when Vorun yelled from behind him.<br/><br/>"Antony will kill you if you help her.  You're a dead man if you try..."