She watched as he faced off against the wolves, equal parts fascinated and concerned.  Even for talented wizards, if the wolves were able to flank him or surround him, one hard hit could be enough to stop him.  Their teeth were sharp like knives and nearly the same size.  A bite could be beyond fatal if it hit an internal organ.  Ylva considered running into the fray, when a sudden loud boom threw all the wolves in different directions.<br/><br/>As he approached, she lifted her eyes to meet his.  Her pelt was still fairly thick, but he could likely still see how thin she had grown in the last few months.  Antony had all but starved her, only feeding her enough to ensure she remained alive and at his disposal.  Her snout dropped and she ran back to the area where her dress laid.  It was not wise to stay in this form, her scent was often stronger when she was a wolf.<br/><br/>She began to shift once again, and the pain was more intense than she had ever remembered.  It always hurt, every time, but usually she could tolerate it.  This time it blinded her, white-hot and aching.  She tried to push it out of her mind, thinking of the tasks at hand, thinking about Adam.<br/><br/><i>...This is not how I pictured you coming back to me...<br/>
</i><br/>The words indicated he had likely pictured this moment before.  The moment she would come back to him.  Their connection had been so short-lived and though she had thought of him often, Ylva had long since convinced herself that she might just have been a passing fancy for him.  Something that appealed in the heat of the moment, but not beyond it.  Now it sounded like that certainly was not the case.<br/><br/>She stood with her arms wrapped her chest for several moments as the pain subsided.  They did not have time for her to dally, so she quickly pulled the dress back on and gathered up whatever bits of clothing came with.  They might be useful later.<br/><br/>Though she was not as fast in this form as her wolf, there were other advantages, like being able to communicate.  She watched as Adam moved through the forest as if he really did own the place, and she scrambled to keep up until they reached the river.  He did not have to tell her twice, Ylva immediately dove and kept her eyes open until she found the cave he indicated.  The river was sloped and it caused the cave underground to have a pocket of air they could breathe and recover in.<br/><br/>Ylva pulled herself out of the water and she panted on the muddy floor of the cave.  So much for saving the dress.  Once he joined her, she immediately looked at him.<br/><br/>"Even if they recover, they won't be able to track our scents through water...We should be safe here."  He likely already knew that, but she still felt the need to say the words aloud.<br/><br/>"Was it true what you said, are these your lands?  Antony told those men he promised me to some King, a human I think.  I could not hear all of it, he had me drugged on something and it was difficult to stay conscious, little less eavesdrop," She explained.<br/><br/>She pushed up so she was sitting now, and her eyes again found his.<br/><br/>"Gods, you do not know how glad I am to see you..."