<div style="text-align: justify;">Brietta patted the other werewolf's neck in a friendly way. It was her way of making clear that she wanted to befriend Lizette. In a way, the other female had saved her life, or at least her well-being. And for that, Brietta was more grateful than she could put in words. And by staying there and allowing her to rest, Lizette was once again saving Bri's life. Brietta needed time to heal, at least enough to get back on her feet and start moving. The young female was still unsure of where she would move to. Maybe down south, where she had family. Maybe further north, and stay alone for a while, or find another pack or clan to belong to. A pack would be easier, they were usually very welcoming. Clans were a little trickier, many only accepted new members through marriage bonds. Well, she would cross this bridge when she came to it.<br/><br/>For now, Brietta was simply happy to have a warm and safe place to rest and think. Would the invaders return to take the land? Would they come back with a larger group? What would happen if they came across her? They would probably want to finish what they had started. And in that case, there would be little choice but to fight and ask her new friend to avoid getting involved. There was nothing that forced her to help - nothing except the loyalty bond every werewolf shared with their kind. But Brietta still felt that it should not be enough to cause someone to die for a stranger.<br/><br/>Pushing these thoughts aside, Brietta closed her eyes and placed her hand on the wolf's fur. The girl was asleep in no time, in for a much needed rest. Her rest was calm, despite the pain, and filled with pleasant dreams. She was dreaming of better days, with her land in tact, her family alive, and everything as it used to be, when she felt the soft rumbling in the wolf's ribcage, indicating she was growling.<br/><br/>Brietta's eyes opened, and she looked at her new friend. "Do you smell trouble?", she whispered.<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>Not too far from there, in the plot of land that had once belonged to Brietta's clan, a large man, dressed in barbarian style, stood in the middle of what had been a circle of houses. It was now just the center of a desolated scene. Murmuring a curse, he started walking around. It was clear he was looking for the person who had made that mess and made fools out of his group.<br/><br/>With his sword drawn, the man picked and examined everything he could find. Stopping after his examination, he let out a sharp whistle. A group of about six men, all equally large and of solid build, stepped behind him.<br/><br/>"Let's find the dirty dog who spoiled our prize", the man growled, furious. "I will tear him to pieces and hang each piece in front of one of the burnt houses".</div>