Peggerty rolled her supple shoulders in there sockets once more, she took a breath, she was Ikkara, and as well that she was chosen of the black wolf.  Her nostrils flared and as she tried to catch the scent of these men however if everything went to plan she might at least get one name…and that would be useful, splitting the prey…<br/><br/>The irraka got into a low crouch, tension ran across her body as they grew closer to her, she shook her beautiful long dreadlocks and the smile remained right up to the point where she leapt away from them, calling in spirit upon father wolf to offer her strength to defeat these men.  She made a leap then ,trying to be away from them in one bound…. with just one jump. If Peggerty could before she led them a merry dance with her dogs she would at least have one name.<br/><br/>The forsaken knew the dogs would follow, and if she needed they would add a distraction for her. She was certainly a most attractive creature in all forms, yet these men had better hope that they did not experiance any others that she could shift into.<br/>