Lizette nodded her head in understanding of which direction they needed to go. THey didn't have long now, the humans were moving and getting closer. She could only assume that they had found both of their tracks and were headed this way. With an agitated  whimper, and lifting one of her paws up she signaled that she was ready to go. But before she took of she scanned the land in the direction they intended to go. For now the ground was soft, it would make it easy for the hunters to follow them, but off in the distance she saw a hill that looked very close to a mountain, she wasn't sure if they were headed that far, but if it was a mountain that meant rocks and firmer ground, making it the perfect place to lose the barbarians.<br/><br/>WIth a playful growl she pointed her nose in that direction then pounced Brietta, making their tracks look as if they fought, and even messing up the other tracks of their changes in the same spot, then like picking up a pup she picked Brietta up and leapt away. Her size making it so she could clear larger distances. She tried to explain what she was doing through small growls and yips, but she didn't stop till they were standing on a large stone, that is when she set Brietta down and gave her an apologetic look. From their they could keep running, she hoped it was enough distance to discourage the barbarians from continuing their hunt for them both. She knew that if it came down to it, and she would have to fight them, better for her to fight when she was closer to roads where members of her alpha's nomad tribes could hear her and come running to protect the apha's newest addition.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: black;background:black;"/></div><br/><br/>Bern'nard's grin went from one ear to the other, making him appeare more beastial then before. "Seems we 'ave one o' 'em changers, boss. Ya still want 'er pelt?" he asked his eyes gleaming with the intent he had for the scottish woman when he caught her The large viking male was only to excited to know that there was more than one lonely female out there just waiting for them to grab and break.<br/><br/>"Yea', Boss, I'll be grabbin' the wolfie. Make sure ya git 'er alive," was all he promised. Course unscathed and unharmed well that he never promised, cause harmed and scathed was just how he liked to start breaking the newest females in. He didn't wait for confirmation from the boss, he just turned and followed the tracks off, they were headed more north again. His big boots started to dig into the soft earth near the prints from the large wolf. Looking up occasionally he noticed that he was getting closer and closer to the leader of their nomadic clan. His foot steps getting faster and faster till he came up on a sight that didn't make much sense.<br/><br/>At first look it would seem as if there were two creatures that had a fight and the larger one, the wolf he was following, had grabbed the smaller creature and bounded off. What didn't make sense was the impressions of an animal, large enough to be the wolf he followed and another creature had rested here for a few hours, that and if there was a fight, wouldn't there be blood. It was a sight and a scent he was very used to and this "fight" scene was definitely lacking on the blood.