Cam wasn't buying it. She'd known he wouldn't, but she'd had to try anyway, because telling him the truth would not have gone any better. She felt herself clenching her jaw, biting back a heated response when he put her above the pack. One person was not more important than an entire group. Than an entire<em>species</em>. She did not respond to his question, deciding to pretend it was hypothetical, and stabbed angrily at her pancakes. Her wolf was growling. It wasn't audible, not yet, but she could feel her body vibrating with it, and took a deep breath to try and calm herself down. When that didn't work, she tried feeding it bacon. That seemed to help a little, so she ate some more.<br/><br/>"Fine," she growled, speaking around clenched teeth. She glared at Cam's back as he stalked away from her, and then quickly glanced around, hoping no one had noticed the brief visitor she'd had. Still irritated, she poked at the food still left on her plate and then finally gave up. She wasn't hungry anymore, which only irritated her further. Getting up, she fished out enough cash to cover the bill and a generous tip and then made her way from the diner.<br/><br/>The truck she'd been given to use was parked out front, and she climbed into the driver's seat and headed back out to the cabin. By the time she reached it, her wolf was practically howling to get free, and she skidded to a stop in front of the cabin. It was becoming painful, holding herself back, and she stumbled out of the truck just in time. For the first time in years, Sonora lost control. Her clothing was reduced to rags as she shifted and shook her coat free of what little still clung to her, snapping and snarling as she tore it all away. When that was done, she tossed her head back and howled her freedom to the world before tearing off into the trees.<br/><br/>She ran as fast as she was able, growling and snapping at small twigs and branches that got in her way. She wanted to hunt, longed to feel hot blood rushing over her tongue and down her throat. The bite mark on her neck twinged slightly, reminding her of Grayson. She thought he might not mind so much if she hunted after what they'd done together, but she also thought it better not to push her luck any further than she already had. At least not at the moment. So, she ran.<br/><br/>After a while, the worst of her temper finally exhausted, Sonora slowed to a trot, and then a walk. She was breathing hard, her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth as she looked around. She had gone off in a different direction than on her previous run, and she began sniffing around for water. She found a small stream not too far away, likely an off-shoot of the river she wasn't allowed to cross, or perhaps a tributary. She walked towards it, her sides heaving, the exhaustion from her long run beginning to catch up with her now that she'd run off her anger at Cam. When she was barely two feet away from the stream, she heard a metallic<em>snap</em>, and then excruciating pain lanced through her left ankle. Yelping in agony, she instinctively tried to pull away from the source of the pain, but only managed to send more of it shooting through her.<br/><br/>Whining, she turned to look at her ankle, which had been caught in a metal trap, likely set by those damned poachers before they'd been taken care of. Sniffing at her injured ankle, could smell her own blood, which had already started to soak her paw from the wounds created by the trap. But she could also smell the blood of other animals, the teeth of the trap looking unpleasantly stained and possibly rusty, although she could not quite tell beneath the smell of so much blood. Not having any idea if or when someone would come by, Sonora knew she had to get herself out of the trap, which would require the use of her hands. Which meant, of course, that she had to shift. Bracing herself, she shifted back into her human form and nearly passed out at the pain that shot up her leg. Cursing seemed to help, so she did a lot of it as she attempted to pry the trap open. It was difficult work, made more difficult by the trembling in her arms and her struggle to remain conscious. She didn't know how long it took for her to get the trap open wide enough for her to pull herself free, and she had lost count of the times she had lost her grip and the trap had closed again. She was fairly certain she had passed out from the pain a time or two. When she finally did manage to free herself, she simply lay there on the forest floor for a while, gasping for breath and feeling her ankle throb with the beat of her heart. How she was going to get herself back to the cabin, she had no idea, but she was sure she'd figure something out. Hopefully before she bled to death.