Marc' felt hair rise up on his neck, he didn't expect her to know how to track. "It also looks like it came back there are two sets of tracks."

"It would appear unless it came and then went." she looked at the tracks closer.

"I think it would have left with its pack they don't roam solo." Marc' was trying to pull her away from the tracks knowing that they would lead back to the cave.

"True alright let's head back." Iohanna started off back to where they came from. "It's odd, it is as if they knew we were coming."

"Yeah maybe, or it is just their breeding grounds and are migrating back where they came from. Would explain why they ate so much of the farmers chickens." Marc' was rubbing the back of his neck.

"You know a lot about wolves?" Iohanna kept walking keeping an eye on the tracks.

"A little." Marc' saw her eyes follow them, and knew he had to come up with a way to distract her. "how old are you?"

"What?" Iohanna looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You know you don't really look all that developed, why would your uncle send a child out to kill things?" He pointed to her breasts as if she were lacking.

"I train a lot, the physician said it has delayed a lot of my development." Iohanna crossed her arms over her 'underdeveloped' breasts, as if he struck a nerve.

"So, then what, 17 18 years old?" He noticed her frustration but at the same time he was genuinely curious.

"I'm 20 okay, what's it to you?" She glared at him.

"Just wondering if you are old enough to court yet." He flashed a smile at her before walking off in front of her and head slightly north west away from his tracks.

"Like I would be interested in someone like you." Iohanna followed his direction and quickly forgot about the lone wolf.

"Birds of a feather dear." He kept on with his pace knowing he completed what he needed to.

"What is that supposed to mean." She rushed her legs to catch up with him.

"I'll tell you when you're older." He tussled her hair and took larger strides making her jog to keep up.

They settled down by the river for the night. "Bathe, you are getting ripe. I will go look for some food." Even though they had food he wanted her to be comfortable and learn to trust him a little.

When the strange man was out of sight Iohanna joyfully undressed and made her way into the river she washed quickly unaware of when he would return. She pulled out a clean outfit from her pack and began to wash her dirty clothes when he came back. Marc' feeling no shame in posturing himself, took off all his clothes and made his way to where Iohanna was washing her clothes.

"What the hell." She quickly adverted her eyes away from him.

"I don't mind. I offered last time for you to join me. " He was challenging her to look at him, he liked seeing her cheeks turn red.

Iohanna turned towards him opened her eyes and composed herself. "There isn't much for me to look at. I am just not a pig like you." She quickly turned on her feet and sat by the fire he made with her back to him. She could hear his deep laughter and couldn't help but to smile to herself. She saw the dead rabbits next to the fire and decided to help out by skinning them and getting them ready to be cooked.

Marc' could hear men off in the distance and hurried out of the water. He ran up to Iohanna and kicked dirt on the small fire putting it out. Iohanna was trying to stop him but he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. When there was nothing but smoke, he grabbed their stuff and rushed her into the woods. Iohanna smacked his bare back making him hiss. He set her on her feet and covered her mouth with his hand nodding to where they were. A group of thieves came out of the brush examining the still smoking fire.

"They are still around here, spread out and look for them." The bigger of the bunch started to examine the ground and point in their direction.

"Hurry we must go." Marc' tried to usher her away.

"You can go if you want, that's my food they are taking. I will show them just who they are messing with." Iohanna brushed passed the very scared naked brute.

"Iohanna pick your battles. I know you can kill them with ease but think about it, is it really worth it over a couple rabbits." Marc' wrapped his arms around her and drew her against his body.

She could feel his wet manhood press into her backside and instantly went still. "let go of me." Iohanna started to turn cold in his arms.

Marc' was getting colder but held to his instincts about these men. He knew there was more than meets the eye. He knew the symbols they wore around their neck and magic wasn't something that would save them today. He lifted her up and darted off into the woods ignoring everything else. He heard the men cry out to give chase and knew they wouldn't get far with him caring the fighting girl. Coming to a halt Marc' sat her down.

"Listen these men have protection against magic there is nothing a girl like you can do against the five of them. We need to run but we won’t make it with me caring you. Can you follow me and keep up?" He bent down examining her eyes.

"Don't worry about me, lead the way." She tied up her blonde hair and started after him.

It became clear to Iohanna after a while that they had no intention of giving up and were going to continue to peruse them. She quickly decided to branch off away from Marc' and lead them away. She knew it wouldn't be hard for her to kill a few men. It was what she has been training for all her life, but Marc' wouldn't see it her way. She ran slower to catch their attention. When Marc' was entirely out of sight she decided to stop and gain whatever energy she could before the thieves caught up to her. She made extra effort to be loud. When the thieves caught sight of her, they began to circle around her covering all her exits. Iohanna just smiled to herself and pretended to be out of breath.

"Give me a moment to catch my breath." She bent over resting her hands on her knees making herself appear to be vulnerable. She knew all too well what men were like when they came across women. It made men weak and easy to target.

One of the thieves approached Iohanna from behind, she quickly shuffled her feet and spun backwards locking his jaw with her foot. The others rushed at her after seeing their comrade fall unconscious. Iohanna pulled out the knife from her sleeve and nicked one of them in the neck. They didn't fight like she was trained they fought with precision yet with no coordination. She couldn't anticipate their moves like she could with soldiers. It didn't take them long to gain control of her and pin her down. She tried to release her cold touch on them, but a symbol started to glow around their necks.

"Would you look at that boys, a magic user." He pulled out a large knife and held it to her throat. "Might as well let the men have some fun before you die."

Iohanna spit in his face and looked towards the woods, she wouldn’t give them the pleasure of her begging. One of the men tugged her pants off and began taking his off when Iohanna saw the familiar glowing eyes staring back at her out in the dark woods.

"Dragon." she muffled under her breath calling out to an old friend.

The eyes shifted to the man who was getting ready to take Iohanna and instantly ran at him. His teeth latched around the man’s neck separating the head from the body.

"Wolf!" the men shouted as they quickly got up to their feet. The wolf postured himself over Iohanna and growled at them. He made it clear that she was his and that he would kill them all if they were to come close, but all this did was strike curiosity in the leader.

"A wolf and a maiden." He took a step closer. "Or are you really a wolf, I think we have two magic users here boys." They exchanged their weapons with high grade silver ones and proceeded to circle them once more.

Marc' knew something that they would soon figure out. He wasn't a werewolf and silver had no effects on him. He bent down and licked the whole left side of Iohanna's face making her give him a distraught look before he lunged at the next man. Iohanna quickly got up to her feet and engaged in combat with the other two. She managed to stick one of them in the chest drawing the blade down to his pelvis. By the time she gutted him the wolf had already killed the rest of them. She watched as it quietly moved to the man who was unconscious, and it bit into his flesh until there was no more signs of life.

"You must be that lone wolf." She held out her hand to show respect towards the animal and let it come to her.

Marc' was laughing internally at her gesture. He calmly walked up next to her and sat just out of reach. He eyed her up and down checking for any marks while she pulled her pants back up, she had a small cut on her lip.

"Alright," Iohanna looked at the beast in marvel and sat down. He was at least three times the size of a normal wolf. "I thought you were a dragon at first. Crazy right, sometimes I think I was really dreaming instead. It has been hundreds of years since anyone has seen a dragon, but there was this connection and, oh what am I saying it's not like you understand me."

Marc' walked up closer to her and nudged her with his butt almost making her fall over. He tried to sit on her lap, but she quickly moved out of the way, so he ended up sitting next to her.

"You must be someone's pet. Only idiot dogs think they can fit in their owner’s lap's." Marc' snapped his head in her direction and furrowed his little eyebrows at her. "My companion will most likely be here soon. I can convince him to take you with us. Maybe we can find your owner."

Marc' took his last chance and licked her across her mouth before darting out into the woods. Iohanna sat there wiping her face off and spitting onto the ground by the time Marc' came back in his human glory.

"What happened to you?" Marc' was examining the area like it was the first time he had been there.

"By the Gods Marc' put clothes on." Iohanna put her hand up to hide his parts from her sight. While he got dressed Iohanna took the time to explain what happened and how they should set off to find the wolf and take it home.

"I don't think it wants to go home. Wolves are smart it would know its way home maybe it is staying away for good reason." Marc stretched out his hand to Iohanna to help her up.

Iohanna made appoint to stand up on her own. "We need to find a place to rest."

"And to get you washed up." Marc' picked up all the supplies this time and they began to walk for another mile until they found a small creek and started a fire for the night.

"Marc' What does your tattoo mean." Marc' was standing with his back towards Iohanna while she changed into clothes, the ones she had cleaned a few hours ago.

Though it was now covered he had been naked for quite a while he couldn't just dismiss his mark, but he couldn't exactly tell her the truth either. "I got really drunk one night and woke up with some tribal thing all across my back."

"Really?" Iohanna finished getting dressed. "you can turn around now."

"Yeah, really. Why?" he looked at her playfully.

"You just don't strike me as a dunk is all, and it kind of looked like it had always been there." Iohanna kicked her feet at the dirt slightly disappointed that her only clue meant nothing.

"It was a long time ago, but I was told that it is an ancient mark of the dragon." Marc' saw her eyes shoot up and interest growing.

"Dragon? Do you like dragons?" She wanted to ask him to show it to her where she could actually see it but decided against it with his openness to being completely naked. He might take it as an invitation.

"I wouldn't mind eating one, one day." Marc' patted his stomach as it growled. Iohanna looked at him with pure disgust.

"It's people like you, that they have gone extinct. You don't deserve to wear their mark." She cursed him under her breath and curled up by the fire and drifted off to sleep.