Sonora chuckled, her amusement winning out over the irritation as she watched the boy start in surprise and trip over his own feet. Pushing away from the door, she kicked it shut, closing out the chill air of the night as the kid stammered excuses. She shot him a disbelieving look and an arched brow when he tried to tell her that Grayson wouldn't mind, then gave her head a shake. "You're playing with fire, kiddo," she responded as she moved to the fridge and opened it. "The pack may own the property, but that doesn't give you the right to just walk in just because you're curious. That could get you killed. Haven't you ever heard the saying 'curiosity killed the wolf'?"<br/><br/>Rummaging around, she pulled out the ingredients for turkey sandwiches, and two cans of Coke as the boy scented gunpowder. "Because I have a gun in the next room," she said matter-of-factly. Then, with a glance over her shoulder, she asked, "Hungry?" She was always starving after a good run, and the added excitement had only made it worse. Little boys being little boys, she figured he would be, too. Sonora knew she was playing with fire herself. Grayson had given very specific orders, and she--through no fault of her own--had disobeyed. But she couldn't just leave the kid out there on his own, not with that damn hunter out there.<br/><br/>Taking the plate of sandwiches and the two soda cans to the table, she sat down and nudged the other chair with her toe. "What's your name, kid?" she asked, setting a Coke can in front of the other chair and picking up half of a sandwich, fully expecting the boy to join her.