<div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Name: Lizette McCormack<br/>Nationality: Scottish<br/>Appearance: <a href="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/200H/i/2013/083/8/9/redhead_girl_by_junicahots-d5lhpmi.jpg"><img alt="Image" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/200H/i/2013/083/8/9/redhead_girl_by_junicahots-d5lhpmi.jpg" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a> with green eyes.<br/>Wolf Appearance: <a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5182/5578465512_08d41949ed_z.jpg"><img alt="Image" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5182/5578465512_08d41949ed_z.jpg" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a><br/>Were Appearance: <a href="http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/9c68d345b8b3f7576da138a0768fdaa0/http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll165/TheHomelessPoet/Fantasy%20Pictures/WerewolfFemale6.jpg"><img alt="Image" src="http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/9c68d345b8b3f7576da138a0768fdaa0/http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll165/TheHomelessPoet/Fantasy%20Pictures/WerewolfFemale6.jpg" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a></div></div></div><br/><br/>Lizette was dress in her green crushed felt dress, the hem of the dress brushing on the ground, though she didn't mind the look of mud on her hem, it was easily washed out if she needed to look less of a wanderer. Her hood was down for them moment, the fur around the edge pressing against her back and being a comfort for her. THe hood was attached to a matching cloak that blended in so perfectly with her dress that they looked like the cloak and the dress were sewn together. Catching the wind was her wavy; almost orange; red hair, she let it just be loose and free, how she felt her spirit was now. Small braids did decorate her hair, at the ends of the braids were varying sizes  and colors of feathers, with a few beads holding them in place. On her waist, mostly covered up by her waist, was square fur pouch, the flap part of the item  lay over the top of the pouch, held in place by a small bow. For now the pouch just rested against her waist, seeming to be empty and flat.<br/><br/>Turning around a little she looked about Ireland, taking in the sights and the smells. Ireland was so much different than the other places of Europe that she had been, but its difference was so close and similar to Scotland, and yet at the same time it was different enough from what she was used to, the mountains were captivating and less intimidating, and for what she could see right now, the woods were not as prevalent here; but for now she was happy to just be someplace she had never been before. She walked the hidden trails that were made by the animals and not the normal humans that lived in the hills nearby. Lizette had walked for a few hours finding a little alcove of trees, listening for the sound of anything that wasn't an animal moving about the trees, once satisfied that she was not going to be giving a local the surprise, she removed her dress, folding it and her few undergarments up so it was small enough to fit neatly into her bag.<br/><br/>While traveling with the nomad clan, they had taught her a few tricks to make it traveling easier, and their changes less noticeable to the normies; the word they would use for the non werewolf humans. They taught her how to fold her clothing and even how to use the leather pouch while in her wolf or were forms. She knew that the leather pouch was made with the wolf in mind, everything was chosen by the wolf, what kind of leather to use, if there was any beads, the thickness of the straps, and any designs. Her pouch was made from white rabbits, the leather on the inside was softer, while the fur easily matched her own fur, making the pouch be easily disguised with her own fur. The straps were about an inch thick, and when she shifted with the pouch pressed against her back, her long thick fur was able to hide the straps, mostly just leaving an indentation of the straps in her fur. The pouch was made so the top strap would hold around her throat, about the same tightness that a harness would hold, and the second strap would hold around her chest. Since it only held her clothing, in her wolf form this was acceptable and used on every opportunity.<br/><br/>With a small whimper, not of pain but of pleasure and excitement, she started to change, choosing to be in her wolf form for now, she could cover more distance this way and the large paw prints would not attract as much attention as a bipedal paw prints would. In her wolf form she was roughly the size of a small horse, with white fur and deep blue eyes, her eyes, fur and even size were very similar to the wolf that bit her, and had taught her to be a were. Being in this form made her look like a female version of the Alpha of the pack she is still apart of. Shifting her form took less than five minutes, since she look forward to shifting her forms, it took less and less time and became more and more pleasurable for her to do so. Lizette's alpha had explained that shifting was different for every were, but he had said that the very first change was the most painful. For Lizette that was more true than for most bitten werewolves.<br/><br/>Once she was a feral wolf, Lizette stood up and gave herself a small shake to straighten out her fur and to test the placement of her bag. Reaching back behind herself, Lizette positioned her bag so it was a little more comfortable and laying a little more flat against her back. Now she was ready, and she announced just how ready by letting out a howl. It wasn't long or with much meaning to it, other than being excited and ready for a good run. With her howl complete she took off running north, chasing rabbits  when they crossed her path, but she was not in a hunting mood, nor was she hungry so there was no point for her to catch what she chased. She would chase the little creatures for a half second before continuing running off. She couldn't explain why, but she felt like she had to go north, for now it was just a random direction that she felt pulled to go, and since she didn't have any plans of staying in a place too long, Lizette just let her wolf instincts carry her as far as they would till she felt the need to stop.