okay... this i getting old but I DON'T OWN ANYTHING OF DRAGONHEART... I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTER BECCA! NO Flaming... just constructive reviews please! ^_^

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Chapter Four: Run Away

Dawn had just come and Becca was getting tired, she had travelled all the way back to their old campsite, knowing they wouldn't be there now. She came out of the forest, trotted around the campsite for a moment and then snuffled around to get a scent. She caught it, although it was a day and a half old she caught it and began to trail them.

Draco was harder to track since he flew, only landing in certain areas. She tracked Bowen and Nera, having memorized their scent earlier. She followed them for so long, her already tired limbs aching with exhaustion. Becca finally came across another campsite that they had camped at the night before. They were headed for the nearest town, and she would have to rest for a while, the afternoon sunlight was too hot on her fur.

She didn't want to change back into a human, it would have taken her longer, plus it would be harder to track them. Becca rested in a patch of shade, panting to keep herself cool since she couldn't sweat to stay cool. Her long pink tongue lolling from her jaws, her long white teeth glinting in the light. She was beyond tired, and was dozing by the time the sun had left it's highest point.

Waking to a nice, orange glow over the fields, Becca continued on her hunt. She tracked and tracked until her nose was dry, she finally came to a small hill and when she got to the top, she could see a town below her. Becca padded in the shadow of the hill, no one really saw her, plus, Bowen and Nera's scent was stronger, and fresher. They had just passed about an hour ago. If she guessed correctly, Bowen would stay in the town's inn for the night, then put the plan into action in the morning.

She made sure her size was normal, so as not to frighten the villagers. She didn't want to change, again, because of her needed sense of smell. And plus, she didn't know if Einon was looking for her, she didn't want any spies to report her whereabouts to the young ruler.

Following the scent, she found Nera calmly munching hay in a small stable. She gave to horse a woof in greeting, who looked up and whinnied before continuing her supper.

Becca trotted out back and howled softly, knowing that the rooms were on the outside of the building so the windows could be used. One or two opened, and in one of them Bowen stuck his head out and looked about. He saw Becca, wagging her tail, her ears perked up happily. He put up a finger, telling her to wait and shut the window. Becca stayed where she was and walked in a small circle.

A few minutes passed as Becca waited. Bowen came around from the front and scratched her between the ears. He motioned for her to follow him and they both returned to his room at the inn, she remained a dog until they got to the room, she trotted up the stairs after him as he led her on. As he shut the door, Becca changed back and slumped in the corner, clearly tired.

"How did you get away?" he asked as he sat on the small bed. Becca gave him a grin.

"Lets just say I made a friend," she launched into her whole story, Bowen's face growing even more astonished. But when she told him that his heart hadn't been poisoned by a dragon, that he had poisoned himself, he would not hear a word of it.

"Be quiet, I do not want to hear of that," he said bitterly, holding up a hand to silence her. She scowled at him.

"You just can't accept anything bad about him can you? You just think he's all fine and dandy, innocent right?" Bowen looked appalled at her attitude.

"I don't know how they treat women in your time, but apparently they have no discipline!" he commented.

"HAH! Where I come from, men are just as idiotic as they are now, I assure you!" she laughed angrily. "Trust me, if you lived in my time, you'd be the same…" she grumbled and slouched against the wall.

Bowen leapt to his feet and held a fist at her, "I swear, any more insolence and I will punish you!" he snarled.

Becca grimaced, "Go ahead! You know I can rip you to shreds no questions asked!" Bowen smirked.

"I haven't even seen you fight!" he shouted, "How do I know you can even hold your own against a common cat?" he instantly knew this was the wrong thing to say, for her face twisted into something between wolf and human as she showed her long teeth.

"I was thrown into a dog fight against one of his BEST dogs! I've been kicked and abused, harassed and hurt! And you think that I cant FIGHT?" she got up and snarled viciously at him as he fell back on the bed. "Let me tell you, next time you try not to get killed by a creeper king, YOU tell me how YOU do!" Becca opened the window and stormed through it. Bowen shouted at her to come back but she transformed in midair.

The huge wolf raced off into the forest near the town, running away from her companion's shouts for her to return, apologizing, but she promptly ignored him and raced through the forest, her tail streaming out behind her like a banner. It was night again, the almost full moon high in the sky and yet she still ran from everything. Fear was her expression, anger and fear blinded her as she ran from herself as much as the knight.

A loud flapping boomed in her ears as she dashed into a large field, Draco flew over her and tried to pick her up and calm her down. Becca swerved and dodged his talons, the dragon growled in frustration as she darted into the cover of a thicket. She finally slowed and hid in a deep inlet, covered by a tick overlay of brambles.

Becca heard Draco fly over the thicket, but the trees and brambles were to dense for him to land without a chance of him crushing her. She heard him curse as he flew away. She huddled in the thicket, panting quietly, her ears flat on her skull, her collar scratching at her throat. Becca pressed herself into the ground, wanting so much to disappear, to vanish.

Sniffling and curling up so she wouldn't get too cold, Becca wrapped her tail over her splayed back paws, her heart still racing through the forest. A small breeze reached her hiding place, ruffling her thick fur and carrying a scent with it… She growled and stayed where she was, not daring to even cough.

Footsteps sounded nearby, a familiar step, and a voice talking to another one. Becca crouched, waiting…

"Becca, come on I didn't mean that…" Bowen called, Becca still remained motionless. "You really think she's here? I hope you're not making me look dumb by talking to a pile of brambles!" he said.

Draco chuckled and said nothing, he had probably nodded. She heard footsteps getting closer, her ears slowly coming back up. She backed into a small hole she had found and snarled.

"Come now, don't be like that…" the knight appeared, pulling apart the brambles that cleared a path. She backed more into the hole, ears pulled back, her lips pulled over her teeth as she growled at him menacingly. He approached her cautiously, one hand holding a long strip of leather and the other out defensively.

The werewolf eyed the strip of leather, it was a leash. Her yellow eyes darted from the leash to the man's face. All her fur was fluffed out and bristling like mad.

"Calm down, I didn't mean to make you angry…" he said calmly, but Becca was blind with anger. As soon as he was about a meter away from her, Becca lashed at him, warning him back by feinting. He flinched and stepped back, obviously wary of her hostility.

Becca picked up another sound, a crackling that was almost so quiet that she could barely hear it. Some one or something was coming up behind her on the other side of the hole. One of her ears twisted back, and she crouched on the ground, creeping forward as she warned Bowen back.

Just as she thought that the hunter behind her was about to strike, Becca feinted a leap attack at the knight, who ducked and she started galloping into the forest again. But she felt an immense weight on her back as she was pinned to the ground as suddenly as if she had been shot. Stunned and afraid, she struggled against her unseen attacker, biting and clawing to no avail.

Bowen came up behind her and she growled, "Thanks… thought she'd kill me…" he said, Draco muttered something that she couldn't hear. A large claw pressed into her head, but gently, exposing her neck and her collar. The knight tied the leather strip to her collar tightly, and then a smaller strip around her muzzle so she couldn't bite him.

Until she calmed down Draco didn't let her get up. Until her struggling died down to a small whine every few seconds, then every few minutes, and then not at all. The dragon removed his paw from the wolf carefully, she had fallen asleep after the long wait. Bowen wasn't going to take any chances, so he whistled and Nera trotted from the shadows. He got Draco to help him put Becca into the saddle, slinging her gently onto the hardened leather.

"She's quite the handful…" said the dragon, Bowen nodded, tired from chasing her. "She's fast, and spirited for a girl," he added, the man grinned.

"Well, let's just hope that spirited side is on ours," he said with a laugh in his voice as he and Nera headed back for the village, Draco went back into the forest, they all needed rest for the morning.


...A bit dramatic... heheheeeee Becca's got a bit of an attitude... but hey! It makes for a lot of fun!

Next Chapter will be updated soon... Unless I get extremely distracted... LOL! (which probably wont happen for a while...)