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she watched him leave and didn't chase after him. Instead she stayed inside and finished cooking. She put the fire in the stove out and put the floor out. She undressed and snuck out the door and shifted forms, creeping out to an area just outside the house. She could hear the world around her and all of its sounds. But inside her was the welling of anger that was like an unerupted volcano. Dangerous and votile, and in that anger she stopping paying attention to her surroundings. So crossed the line he'd established for her and before she realized it ended up in the woods.

When the sun began to set and she calmed, she realized she had no idea where she was. She looked around and stopped. Cursing mentally she shifted into human form just in time to hear some whirl past her, nipping her ear slightly. She heard a voice and felt something sticky on her neck. She realized she'd probably wandered into a hunters path by mistake and he'd begun hunting her. He'd seen her shift and that was no good.

She turned and shifted back to begin running back towards Zander's hoping she remembered the way, but she'd truthfully not been paying attention. Now she was just focused on getting back.

((Sorry, I'm on my phone so it took awhile. And I hoped this would give them thier first chance to see each other do something other than clean or hunt. - I'm watching the little rascals with my six year old brother so I apologize for any mistakes ))

she heard his voice in the distance and it gave her a direction to run towards. She shifted forms so she could call out. "Zander!" She called out making her way towards him, hearing footsteps running towards her. She had not intended to leave and felt guilty for it now. Another arrow went past and she knocked it away. She finally saw him and hoped that the sight of Zander would scare the other hunter away. "I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention ! I swear it wasn't intentional!" She may have threatened to leave but she would've paid attention or marked her trail if she had. In her lack of mindfulness she'd not done that. It was her fault. She reached up to feel her ear healed and the blood dried. She could take on a human hunter, but she didn't know these woods or what he was armed with. She didn't make it a habit to purposefully take on skilled hunters. She tried to know her enemies better than that. She already knew his aim was good. "There is a male, he saw me and he is armed, but I think he is just a hunter. I don't think he meant to shoot a woman." He'd merely seen what appeared to be a large wolf and had taken aim. If she had been in her right mind she would have been able to sense him.

Now it was her turn to do her part. She focused in and let part of her instincts take over. Her eyes turned gold as she took on only certain characteristics of her lycan nature. She listened and looked, but then let it fade when she'd seen what she needed to. "I saw birds moving in the distance. He made a turn. He must have lost my trail when I started using rocks to run over. I didn't want to leave tracks behind me." She had tried to be sporadic in her running. When she had knocked the other arrow away, had been when me must have last seen her. He must have lost sight of her after that. If he was human, he wouldn't have been able to use enhanced hearing to keep track of her that way. That was how she'd heard Zander. Otherwise she'd been too far out to hear him. So a human wouldn't have heard it, or if he had he wouldn't have been able to tell what direction it had come from.

Now that she thought about it more. He'd shot off a second arrow, even after seeing her second form. He'd wanted to kill her anyway. It was people like that, who lycans tried to avoid and often killed when they came onto their marked territories. They were enemies. But it was also why lycans stayed in packs. On her own, she had to wary of such people 24/7,and it was nearly impossible. No matter how strong she might be, she couldn't protect herself against everyone and everything, not all on her own. The world simply had too many twists and turns and uncertainties. She hated being aware of that. But being a slave meant she'd seen far too many fall because she had been unaware of that fact.

Standing behind him, she felt more guilty about it. She knew better than to let herself fade away into her mind like that. It was a bad thing to let happen. She could have gotten herself killed, like any other mindless creature. She had to use her mind. It was what differentiated her from any other creature in the forest. "Can we go home now?" It was the first time she'd called it home, or anything even close to that. She reached up and rubbed her ear. Newly healed flesh often itched or ached a bit. But she was always thankful for her healing capabilities. It was just weird. Now when it came to broken bones, there was a bi***. You had to quickly set it properly or you had to re-break it all over again. And by quickly, she meant within a couple of minutes, a max of half an hour. If it was any longer than that the bone began to heal in the same position it was already in. Bones would heal crooked or completely wrong and you could end up in a really bad way. It was the one thing about being a lycan that really sucked.

She had intended to follow his instruction on that, no matter how much her body and mind had ached to see the forest. Unfortunately, because she was in fact half animal, she would always be drawn to nature. If she wasnt completely watching herself, she would naturally go to it, even without meaning to. "I wasn't paying attention." She admitted. She'd not meant to wander that far, or to even leave the property. It had just happened, and she'd tried to go back. The arrow through her ear had sort of been a jolt. A rather unwelcome one. When they got closer to the house she went to find her clothes, and picked them up in her hands. She knew where the pond was because she'd seen him in it earlier, and even with it being dark she could see just fine.

When she made it down to the pond, she set the clothes down carefully so they wouldn't get dirty and stepped into the water. She dove into , carefully so since she wasn't sure how deep the water was. But she wanted to wash off her ear and any blood. When she came back up, there was no trace of the injury left. But if anyone was curious, getting a chunk of your ear ripped out sucks. Just...if any one was curious. But she had plenty of interesting stories about injuries just like that. Now limbs regrowing, that was not possible. They skin would heal and close, but you can't regrow an entire limb. That is just a myth.

She didn't take too long, but was careful to wash all the dirty off, and then to get out and get dress, and braid her hair and pull it up so it was off her neck.

She froze when he said that to her. Her mind flashed back to when she was in the home of her first mistress and she'd dropped a vase of flowers. As a punishment her mistress had made her kneel outside under the hot sun for over ten hours. She'd passed out after seven, and been very ill for days. She'd been without water for all those hours , and without food. After wards she'd been whipped and had to be treated for that as well. It had been an awful experience. So yes, she knew plenty about monsters in men's forms. She shook her head of the thoughts and continued walked to the house, where she went inside to finishing cleaning up before going to sit on the cot. She had many thoughts to organize from the day. So she curled up and turned away from the rest of the house to face the wall. Not asleep, but...it was hers. Or at least, the only thing she could think of as hers. Loaned. But if she was going to sit anywhere, it was there or on the floor.

She thought about the warehouse and everyone she'd met over the years. The young and the old. The weak and the strong. Mostly the weak. People who had aged or died. Some had been murdered, but many had died of starvation or illness. Things that could have been prevented, and it sickened her. She had never felt at ease in the cages. Not only because things that were half animal didn't do well in cages, but because these traders put a value on them, then treated them in ways that made in weak. It seemed illogical to her. You weaken us, make us at risk for dying. You don't tell the masters half the things you do to us. but most masters don't care, regardless.

She didn't move or speak , but when he was gone she got up. She'd taken off her shoes earlier, and they were the same sandals she'd arrived in from the warehouse. She really wasn't big on shoes so she hadn't gotten new ones at the market when she'd gotten the pants. She would get boots when winter hit to move though snow, if need be. When he was gone she put on her dress , to sleep in, and undid her hair so it was loose, and laid on the bed , but only a very small portion of it. She curled up, almost like a sleeping dog might. She fell asleep, and dreamed of a land she couldn't really remember. Of faces that only came in flashes, but that she felt pleasant towards. Perhaps her pack, or parents? She remembered strange words in a language she didn't now. But she did see tents, and clothing made of hides and leather. She had never seen that before. It probably was brought about by seeing all the animal pelts hanging in Zander's home. She could see glimpses of creek's and forests, and of fires cooking meats, mostly rabbits. She saw women wearing necklaces made of metals and stones, and other things.

She'd left room in the bed for him. She woke a hour or so after he came in, and when she realized he'd gone to sleep, or attempt to sleep in the chair, she picked up the blanket and took it to him, laying it over him before going back to bed. She didn't need it, with the natural warmth her body produced, and so she easily fell back asleep. She woke before dawn, or as dawn hit, and got dress, pulling her hair back up and putting her sandals on to wash whatever of his clothes she could find that needed it, as well as anything else that needed it. Once those items were laid to dry, she went to start picking more herbs to start drying to cooking. But she was very particular about the ones she picked so that took her awhile. She was careful with them, because she only wanted mature herbs, and ones that had the right scent to them. Besides, she liked to enjoy the morning slightly. And there was no meat to cook. But if she looked she could probably find eggs from a nearby nest, if he wanted it. Or maybe a fish from the pond perhaps. She wasn't really hungry herself, but she could find something for him if he wanted. Or catch a rabbit, she could smell one nearby.

She looked over at him and nodded. "Yes, but we should clean your wound first." He smelled like lingering dried blood. Not a horribly strong smell, but still best to wash it off, lest it attract others. She'd not felt it dire enough to wake him to treat it earlier, but now that he was awake she wanted to take care of it. She'd form some of her gown earlier, to make it shorter and only slightly so, but she'd managed to tear it in a straight line. Which was just nifty. But she cleaned the cloth she tore from it and could use it to clean the wound and bandage it, so it was more comfortable under a shirt. She went to fill a bowl with water and came back with it and the strips of cloth and approached him. "If you will let me." She couldn't see it on his chest so assumed it was on his back. Probably easier if she did it for him. Probably not too easy for him to do.

She was glad to hear that the hunter wouldn't bother either of them again. People like that are best to take care of sooner rather than later. Threats like that just become worst as time goes on. They don't just go away, instead they lie in wait like vermin. Rats waiting for you to get sick or become weak. Then they swoop in and kill you or eat you alive. Its sickening. "I can wash the chair later when we get back, if there is any blood on it. It wont be an issue to get out." She knew a few tricks with herbs.