The king's threat echos in David's mind. The mist wolves ran with their looted cargo and newly catpure prisoners for a hour or to. The mist clung to their fur and skins of the warband as they made their way into the nearest cave system. There inside the are was clear and fresh even.<br/><br/>In here Reanna can see the other werewolves. Their surprisingly small frames carrying heavy loads. Weeping women and children, most are battered and bruised. Some cling to the creatures others struggle lightly. David growls at the others who then growl at the ones surrounding them. The werewolves responded by putting the loot into a pile. Most of the human prisoners into a large cage. Another surprise was that some of them were actually put into beds with their captures and smiled as if they knew they were safe.<br/><br/>Reanna how ever presented a problem. The princess was their most valued prisoner. But she couldn't be place with the others. He has no idea how skilled she is with words or state craft. She might inspire them to fight back and the march back home tomarrow will be hard enough without wounded to carry. He huffed and snapped at another werewolf that got to close making it bow it's head lower with a whine.<br/><br/>David nudged it with his head and let the beast go on it's way. His choice was clear. Carrying the still struggling girl down the cave. Stopping when a noble yelled at him. "I am Lord Leoneiros Drverson the Duke of Shattered Vale and Knight of the realm..I demand where your taking the princess and why you persist this act of war."<br/><br/>Great all he needs is another state craftsmen to stir up the prisoners. The Duke was popular at court even amongst his kind he was well known by sending offerins to his own werewolf clans. Counting on them to keep his forest safe. Talk of him actually marrying the girl was a constant common rumor. However none of those clans were his clan. Their chieftains will have to come to David personally about the Duke. That and he can only stand one noble a night so it might as well be the pretty one.<br/><br/>David continues his way without so much as a glance. Carrying Reanna still into his private chamber. Little more than a old jail cell actually. There was a desk with a chair and papers. All surprisingly in good condition. A rather comfy bed if he didn't say so himself. Most important a Lock in the door. well bars actually made like a door but it proved it's usefullness at times keeping people and whatnot out.<br/><br/>He all but tosses her to the bed and locks the door with him still inside. The key was wrapped around his upper arm apparently looking more like a talisman. It was just in time to it seems. Davids grunting and growling followed by the breaking and reshaping of his bones, rearranging of his organs and flesh, signalled the sunrise.<br/><br/>What was left when the wolf melting away was a naked man. Scarred pale skin, A mass of unkept black hair, fierce yellow eyes. He was still tall for most men standing at six feet even. He gasps and breaths hard as he recovers. Stopping only when Reanna moved.