Lizete picked up her pace, hearing the directions, and the plea for water. The other sounded very weak and in need of care and possibly a guard. All of those she could offer. But first she had to find the other female. She looked north, since that was where the howl had come from, and counted the hill tops. She had her target location in sight. Now to make sure she arrive with water, so the other was given a peace offering on her arrival and not made to wait.<br/><br/>With the hilltop in mind, she changed her course, following the scent of water. It wasn't much off course, not for a wolf of her size. Without a bucket or anything other than her pouch that could carry water she shook the pouch off, opened the simple flap and pulled her clothing out of the  pouch and dunked it in the water, letting it fill up. She had no choice but to leave her clothing there, but instead of leaving it out in the open, Lizette picked up the light materials and hid them in one of the bushes near the river. She marked the bush  so she would be able to find it later and took off towards the hill the howl had come from. Holding her pouch in her muzzle, she ran at tops speeds, the scent of the other female becoming stronger she was easily able to find her.<br/><br/>Lizette didn't instantly approach the were, knowing that an injured werewolf was just as dangerous, sometime even more so, as an uninjured one. With a small yip she lowered herself down to the ground, making herself smaller, the pouch with water in it held up in front of herself. She crawled closer, letting out a small whimper and yip. She was trying to make sure the other knew she meant no harm, and really was there to help her, while at the same time her actions would come off as one being used to being in submissive positions, not a were that was inclined to making demands, but inclined to following orders. Something that would come from being a new member to a pack, or even being considered the Alpha's pet.