Valkyrie paused long enough to give an irritable sigh before going wolf herself. Shaking out her dark fur and licking her chops, she bounded after Sangre. Still, she was careful not to get too close. She was a little stiff at first, but soon hit her stride again. Gods, she hated spending time as a frail human. A frail human who could not hide emotion in her eyes. It was a liability, and a liability that she despised above all else. She burst out of the cave, sensing with that strange instinct borne of a pack in danger, and zagging after the other two with natural grace.