Sonora froze at the savage growl Grayson gave her. She felt it right down to the pads of her paws, and she pulled back from her lunge towards the fallen human at the last moment. Flattening her ears against her skull, Sonora let her wolf do what its instincts demanded, lowering down onto her belly with a soft whine. Her eyes shifted away, and her ears flicked, eyes lifting as Grayson howled, calling to his pack. Before the sound had faded, the air was echoing with other haunting calls, more shifters closing in on their location.<br/><br/>Turning her eyes to the man who crouched by the buck, Sonora thought of the cub she had left by the river's edge. She hoped the little one had the sense to stay where she'd left him, but he seemed precocious and curious enough not to. Combining that with the fact that a hunter had just been found on pack land...Sonora didn't like those odds. Grayson and the other shifter could handle this, and more help was on the way. But that cub...she knew what it was like to be alone and scared, and she wouldn't wish that on any child, shifter or human.<br/><br/>With another whine, she backed away from the gored mess that was all that was left of the trophy hunter, slowly moving back in the direction she had come from. When she judged she was close enough to the trees, she turned and darted into the shadows.