"This way" Dassandra said, and shifting again into her own wolf form, shaking herself to rid it of dust and dirt, grimacing at the feel of blood still drying in her fur, she srarted off, making haste. Thank goodness it was close.

She wondered just what was going on. Hybrids. She had been attack, and from the looks of things, so had this wolf. She went faster, remembering how many there had been, hoping it wasn't too late. She circled back around, urging tne rune witch on, going back ahead.