Lizette smiled to Ian, "Thank you, Ian. I will take that route then." She smiled larger looking at the patch on her arm, touching it a little before looking up. Setting her glass down she stepped up Ian and placed a hand on his knee, kneeling in front of him at the same time. Looking to Brietta she grasped her hand with her other free hand. "I promise to be back, with as many poultices and healing agents that I can get my hands on. But more than that I promise, I vow to get word to my pack, and any of the nomadic werewolves associated with my pack to bring help."<br/><br/>This being said she set her chin on Ian's lap. This at least was the way her alpha had taught her as his sign of making a vow of help. Any werewolf who remotely knew the Mountain Range Pack and the ambassadors that the alpha sent out would recognize that as a symbol and a bond that even he would not break with out a very good reason.<br/><br/>With her vow in place, Lizette stood up, and grasped Brietta's hand and did the same. "If the fighting starts I will run, but I will be back. I may not fight with weapons and blood. But I fight in a different kind of way, I am bitten of my alpha, what I promise he promises. And i promise to inform the travelers of my pack, they are much more apt at fighting than I will ever be."<br/><br/>With a smile and a nuzzle to Brietta, Lizette gave her a little hug and moved to sit by the fire, laying down there and closing her eyes. In her travels she always found sleeping by the fireplace was even more comfortable for her then sleeping on a goose feathered bed. Open an eyes she smiled and cut off any possible protests. "This is where I prefer to sleep. I don't much care for beds." She said with a giggle and closed her eye again.