Lizette only nodded and looked her companion over, "Then we must put as much distance between us and those men as we can. Can you shift and run, if not I can carry you," she asked and offered with a soft, thickly scottish accent. It was time that they prepared to leave. Going to her pouch she drank a little water, and offered the rest to Brietta. "I am Lizette," she said offering the pouch still full of water.<br/><br/>Lizette would wait for Brietta to drink any water if she desired to, before either dumping out the rest of the contents and placing the pouch around her body ready for when she would shift back into her wolf form. With  whimper she changed back into her wolf form, the transformation taking about as long as it did for her to transform to human form. Once she was in wolf form she shook a little and stood waiting for Brietta to either climb on or change herself.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: black;background:black;"/></div><br/><br/>Bern'nard chuckled and sneered happily, excited about the coming hunt and kill of such a large wolf. he didn't care that the boss would take the pelt, he cared about the bones and teeth, thats all he wanted. He looked around the land for a little bit, picking up its trail and finding the direction it had gone. Here the story was pretty clear to his advanced hunting skills, it had come running at full speed into the burned land from the south. Slowed before stopping, possibly long enough to sniff around and or even howl, like most wolves like to do, before taking off north.<br/><br/>He didn't say anything before motioning to the north with a lifted fist grasping a nasty looking dagger that he always hunted with. "This way for the wolf boss, seems it found what it was looking for and took off at full speed that way, if we hurry, we may catch it resting from such a hard run." Oh sneaking up and outsmarting such a dumb beast was a better prize then having to fight it.<br/><br/>With the men ready for a fight, they separated into two groups, some following the human tracks the others following him and the large wolf that had been through here a few hours ago. Bern'nard lead the men to the river, where the wolf stopped, the wet ground left tracks of the wolf struggling with something before stepping to the waters edge, the drag marks leading to a bush. Bern'nard was curious about what a wolf would want with putting something in the bushes when he saw it, a scottish gown made of green fabric, something that only the higher nobles would wear, and it seemed to be tailored for a woman who was small, but well put together. This could only mean one of two things, and both excited Bern'nard.