Lizette growled playfully when she was pounced and even returned the favor, but instead of pouncing she nosed Brietta's side as they continued to run. THis rain was their salvation, she was sure of it. As long as they kept quiet, there would be no way for the barbarians to find them now.<br/><br/>As they continued to run, paws splashing in the mud she noticed the scent of a close village, the smell of warm cooked food and wet log homes had her happy once again. She let out a low yip and looked around, she coudln't see the village yet, but she knew it was close enough now. SHe stopped for just a little bit and sniffed the wind, she wanted to see if the hunters were close by, but it was hard to tell since the wind was coming from the village, brushing against their chests, and pushing away the scent of the barbarians. This had her shrugging and thinking that the rain may have made the men hesitate in chasing them.<br/><br/>Since she felt safe, she followed along behind Brietta as the village suddenly stood up out of the darkness, the streets open enough for the girls to enter without anyone really noticing them. With a small nudge to Brietta's shoulder she pointed to a yard that still had laundry hanging on the line. She didn't see any lights flickering in the windows, leaving the back yard in darkness. This house was on the outskirts of the town, and she wasn't going to change yet till she got the okay from Brietta. Mainly because she wasn't going to steal from Brietta's friends or allies.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: black;background:black;"/></div><br/><br/>Bern'nard nodded to the bosses order, oh he could just guess what the boss wanted with them, though his mind stayed in the gutter of being able to use the girls as they pleased. He wanted to get the scottish girl first. He wanted the pleasure of saying he broke her and brought her to heel for the tribe. The wolves had followed a steady pattern, and he figured that they would continue following that pattern till they got where they were going.<br/><br/>He ran through the muddy ground, looking for any clues that the girls would have left behind, paw prints weren't an option, so he looked for signs like broken branched, fur that was rubbed off from passing too close to a bush. He was able to find enough clues as to where the girls were headed that they ended up on the outskirts of the town, the shadowy shapes of animals slowly walking up to a house enough in sight that it rushed his blood and made him become more excited. He motioned for everyone to be quiet, they were still down wind from the wolves.