Lizette nodded in understanding of Brietta's concern, giving her a soft lick she reassured her that she would keep watch out for the strange scents of the intruders. Now that she understood what had happened she was even more alert, and despite laying her large wolf head down so it curled around Brietta for warmth, her eyes and ears stayed alert.<br/><br/>While Brietta slept she would sniff the wind, frequently checking the wind for any hints that the barbarians were back, She didn't have any other word for them, and in her mind barbarians were the worst kinds of beasts out there. She could tell that they didn't need the land, so fighting with this clan had been more for sport than necessity, as not a single one of the cretans were at the burned land. Stories her alpha had told her about how other creatures like themselves would attack peaceful werewolf societies for the sport of it, some not leaving a trace of who they were, and never returning, others were human clans fearfully trying to rid the land of the ferocious beasts that they thought that all werewolves were, and other still were just nomads who would go about bringing all clans down to size occupying the newly acquired land till they got bored and moved on. This seemed it might be a little bit of it all to Lizette, but she intended to keep her thoughts to herself and when the young were was able, discover more with her.<br/><br/>For a few hours she lay curled around the young small girl holding her fur close to her to keep her warm, her eyes, ears and nose keeping an alert look out for any coming danger. And for that time nothing really changed, sure the wind shifted this way and that, and with the two being still and quiet, small prey started to tentatively run past the two. All seemed normal till her nose picked up the faintest scent of something unrecognizable in the air. It was close enough to the scent to the ones that attacked the young werewolf she was curled around that she was sure it wasn't coincident. Taking a few other sniffs of the air she instinctively let out a low growl, her fur starting to raise at her hackles.