Kendra stared over at the stranger from under the edge of her hoodie.  He was handsome, but she did not trust that.  So was Diego, in a more unshaven sort of way.  She did not know him from Adam, but she was supposed to be meeting someone, and this must be him.  She did not see how a teenager in a hoodie could help her.  He did not look any older than she was, but maybe he was part of some larger organization.  He did not smell like a wolf, but there was an oddness to his scent which her wolf liked.<br/><br/>"I guess.  I'm Kendra."  She was not sure what to say.  Help, there is a pack of wolves tracking me down.  If you help me you might be attacked and turned yourself?  None of those sounded like great opening lines.  She did need help though.  In the end she kept things simple.  "Alfred said you could help me.  I need help, please!"  She did not like the sound of desperation in her own voice.  Her big brown eyes pleaded her cause as well.<br/><br/>Alfred was the pack shaman and was always muttering on about the great wolf spirit and how he granted him visions and such.  Did Alfred know this guy, or had he seen him in a vision?  What was Alfred thinking?  It was always hard to tell with the grizzled old Londoner, stuck in the middle of the Dakota Territory pack.<br/><br/>Alfred has befriended her and tried to protect her from the savagery of the pack.  It had not been easy.  Newcomers, especially small women, were picked on and pushed around.  In the end, when Diego decided that she would be his woman, one of his women, she knew that there was no choice but to run.  Alfred had stepped in again, risking his own life, to help.