<div style="text-align: justify;">Brietta remained lying down on the soft grass, waiting for the other female. Her strength, which had led her this far, was starting to fail her. Yet, the wolf did her best to keep her eyes open. It was complicated to think clearly, but she could not go to sleep. Help was coming. And the water Brietta desperately needed was coming as well. The scent was getting closer. She should be almost there.<br/><br/>Brietta was following the progress of the other female by the scent. She could feel that the other one was drifting away, probably in search for water. The fresh scent that accompanied the female's as she approached confirmed her ideas. So, she waited, patiently.<br/><br/>When the other wolf lowered herself to the ground, Brietta recognized the signs. As a born wolf, she was used to the body language. She knew that the other wolf was not a dominant one in her pack. Neither was she, but she had more experience as it came to living as a wolf. As she was already down, and too weak to stand, the female crawled the rest of the way to the other one. Moving only her head, Bri sniffed the other female and licked her muzzle before drinking part of the water. Despite her thirst, Bri drank about half the water and then offered the rest to the other female. It was a gesture of friendship she was offering to make the other one sure she was friendly, and grateful to her.<br/><br/>With a whimper of pain, the wolf laid back on the ground and started shifting. Her shifting was quick, probably due to being a born wolf. The girl lying on the ground was a bit younger than Lizette, with ashy blond hair, blue eyes and a lot of bruises and wounds. Her accent was clearly Irish. "Thank you, sister", the girl murmured.</div>