The buck on the ground wasn't moving much. Whether that was because it was nearly dead or because it realized it was safer not to draw attention to itself, Sonora didn't know. The scent of its blood reached her nose, but something wasn't quite...right. It wasn't the same scent as other animal blood she had scented before. It smelled...very much like her own. This, then, must be one of the other kinds of shifters Grayson had mentioned earlier. With that new knowledge in place, the realization that this prick of a hunter had tried to kill a shifter made a growl rise in her chest.<br/><br/>Ears flat against her head, Sonora snarled as Grayson leaped for the man, as was his right. The sound of the gun was loud and made her ears ring, but instead of cringing away, she shot forward, fully intending to help Grayson take the man down. Why the other was simply standing there instead of joining in the fray she had no idea. As the human fell to the ground, she saw him groping for the knife he had dropped even as he screamed and hollered loud enough to wake the dead. Sonora growled, her wolf hungry for a fight, and then darted towards the fallen human, fully intending on sinking her teeth into the man's fat wrist.