Lizette kept an even pace directly behind Brietta, she wasn't able to step where she stepped, but this way, it let the other wolf lead, without worrying if the larger wolf was going to try and change their course for any reason. This also let her take and mountain side trails, and Lizette would already be behind her. They ran this way for some time, to Lizette it felt like about two hours, but the actual time that they traveled was hard to tell since the clouds had moved over the land and threatened to drop a powerful rainstorm on them. Lizette actually hoped that would happen. The rain would make it harder for their tracks to be followed, and their scent would be next to impossible to find, not unless they had a werewolf under their rule that would do anything they demanded for whatever demented reason they would come up with.<br/><br/>It seemed that nature was on their side, she could smell rain in the air, and with every step she prayed that it would rain, and the heavens heard her prayers. After they had been running for about another hour, Lizette ears picked up the undeniable sound of rainfall hitting the ground around them. With a yip she jumped in the air, unable to hold back her excitement that they were given help from nature itself by making them harder to find. She grinned from ear to ear, but held back the need to howl out her excitement, for all they knew the barbarians were close enough behind them and a few hills back that they would be able to hear her and would quicken their pace even more. With that thought in mind she picked back up her pace, stepping closer to Brietta since the rain was quickly picking up making it harder and harder to see.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: black;background:black;"/></div><br/><br/>Bern'nard's group kept up it's fast pace, his eyes dashing about here and there, looking for the paw prints of the larger wolf, this wolf could jump, even with a load it seemed that it could jump very large distances. He was at five feet between each set of pawprints. This was impressive, and the coat this beast had would definitely be impressive. Everything was showing that this was some kind of legendary dire wolf, something that only the strongest and bravest of barbarians would even survive trying to take down. Course those stories were told with just one or two men in the group, they had half of their tribe with them this time, and each was as terrifying and deadly as the last.<br/><br/>"You, o'er 'here." he said pointing to one of the men,"go find the boss," he ordered, he had just found a little treat of information. The large wolf had been holding something, and he stood on a stone with muddy paw prints from two wolves. One the large one he was following, and the other were a bit smaller, but could possibly be the prints of the girl the boss was following.<br/><br/>He waited for their leader to show up, and simply pointed to the prints. "We gotta coula wolf girls, boss," he said in his thick viking accent and sneered broadly, "An' one a 'em, is poss'bly a dire wolf." Oh he was loving this hunt. But with a beast this large, and with the capacity to change into human form might be making a run for a nearby town to blend in, they would have to move quickly to reach the girls before they got to any town, or found a way to blend in with more powerful residents of this country.<br/><br/>With the prizes in mind, and what a prize both wolf girls were going to be, the barbarians all picked up their pace, and followed the tracks left behind by the fleeing wolves. They all moved in fast paces, the younger men moving faster to keep up with the boss and his first mate, Bern'nard at least was moving at a trot, stopping only when he had to confirm the direction the wolves were traveling. The longer they traveled the more his blood boiled with the chace, and wanting the wolves to make a mistake and make it so they would be able to catch up with them even faster.<br/><br/>After a few hours of traveling, the air felt heavy with the weight of the clouds burden of rain. He couldn't help but glare up at the clouds, demanding that they hold their load till after the wolf girls were in sight, but the clouds didn't listen to him and dropped their load on them with a vengeance. They now had two options, keep going and hope they get the girls, or stop and wait for the rain to clear, but in this area, the rain could go on for days, and if they waited they would be  saying good by to their prizes for sure. To Bern'nard there was no other option, and despite what anyone else did, he kept pushing forward.