Lizette huffed her confirmation, staring off towards the direction the burned land was, her fur standing up on ened all the more, even as she tensed up , ready to stand at a moments notice. The scent was still coming from Brietta's stolen home, the men hadn't moved from where they were. She could smell all male scents from the homeland, six of a stronger more powerful scent, and several others that mingled and mixed with all the others that it was next to impossible for her to tell exactly how many were there. After another low rumble, Lizette turned her head to look over Brietta, her eyes showing a forced calm, and a very clear worry. Silently she was asking if the girl was well enough to change. Then Lizette whimpered and nosed the young girls side, now verbally asking her if she could change, and what she wanted to do, they still had time to run and be long gone before the barbarians  would come across this spot.<br/><br/>Lizette wasn't sure how she knew, but something deep inside her mind said that these beastial men were capble of tracking any kind of animal, that they would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. This thought alone was enough to make her want to turn tail and run. Sure she was in her wolf form, which to her shoulders she was about the size of a small horse, and she could easily outrun the barbarians, but her tracks were large and she didn't know where she was or where it would be safe to go in this land. Against one or two, lizette would be able to take them down without much trouble, but she wasn't a warrior werewolf, Alpha had picked her because she was a wanderer, and he needed someone willing to wonder and travel to be his ears and give him plenty of warning of a coming danger to the pack itself. She could fight to survive, but as soon as she was out numbered or overpowered, she would have the distinct urge to run, this urge would become a surge of power and adrenaline making it next to impossible to make her stop till she felt safe.<br/><br/>She let out a small growl, ears back and teeth bared, asking if Brietta wanted to fight, then lifted her ears up and let out a small yip, tail bumping the ground a little bit, this she was asking if she wanted to run. Lizette knowing that she would do what she could to protect the young girl, and running when she felt the fight was lost. This would be shown in her excitement to fight, it wasn't something she looked forward to, or even really wanted to do, but running now she was perfectly fine with that action.<br/><br/>As if remembering something, Lizette looked up and from side to side, eyes went wide before she shook her head and looked down. She let out a few small whimpers and yips, admitting that she had been in the burned town. She realized once again that her paw prints were left all over the town, leading right to the river and her hidden clothes in the bushes. With a huff and a shake of her head, Lizette went back into her human form. She was lean, but athletic, with a clear bit mark on her right side, making it clear she was a bitten were. "I may have to go back to the river, what do you plan on doing?" she asked, figuring it was easier to speak this way, though now she was a bit jumpy and on edge wanting to get a plan together.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: black;background:black;"/></div><br/><br/>Some of the men let out a powerful growling shout, many of them hating that the land that they had won through battle had been destroyed on their absence. These men were all warriors, they could hunt and fight with very few things being able to fight them back. One of the men crowded around the leader was built like the rest, stunk as much as they did too, but he was the silent one. His name was Bern'nard, and he only spoke when he had to give advice. The last time he had spoken was to tell the boss to leave  a few boys behind to guard the town. No one had listened and this was the price of their stupidity. Being a man of slightly more intelligent than the others, aside from the boss,  and he was a little bit better of a tracker then most.<br/><br/>He started to look around for any signs of who and what was here. What he found surprised him. "Boss," he shouted over the ruckus, and the noise and screaming leveled out a little bit. "May 'ave found a prize worth more than the dog who took your rightfully earned town," he said speaking in a heavy accent, one that you would only expect from a viking. When the boss walked over he pointed out the set of very large paw prints. "Wolf," he said in a human like growling huff.