Grayson could smell Luc long before the Cabin came into sight. He'd chosen to stay in his human form in the hopes that his temper would cool by the time he reached the other wolf, but he wasn't sure if it had worked or not.  His wolf was agitated, angry.  It felt threatened by Luc's interest in Hannah, even if the man knew that he didn't have the right to be as angry as he was.  Sometimes it didn't matter, the wolf won out more often than not.<br/><br/>He didn't barge into the cabin as he considered doing.  Luc had earned at least that much by not running when he could.  Instead Grayson paced outside, just inside the clearing around the cabin, and howled.  The sound rose up out of his throat, a signal to hunt, to protect.  It was a beautiful sound if one didn't know what it signified, but every wolf in a three mile radius would know, and they would keep their distance.<br/><br/>It was the only warning he would give Luc.  He waited and paced, his gaze locked on the cabin door.  His worry for Sonora and Hannah weighed upon him, made him more volatile than he might have been otherwise, but he couldn't think clearly enough to care.<br/>