Sonora had just barely resisted the desire to shift, to run and hunt and run some more. Instead, she had unpacked her suitcase, made herself a sandwich, and settled in with a book she had been longing to read but had never had the time. The sun had set, and she'd gone outside to collect some of the firewood stacked against the side of the little, two-room cabin, and now sat enjoying the cheery blaze as she read. She knew she should probably be trying to formulate a plan as to how to approach Grayson Brown, but if his reputation was as good as the files said, then it was likely he already knew she was here. It would just be a matter of--Sonora's head snapped up, her nostrils flaring. The wolf inside her stirred, and her hackles rose as she turned to look out the window. Choking off the growl that began to rise in her throat, Sonora forced herself to calm down as she listened to the passage of three wolves. Suddenly, she no longer felt like reading. Her heart began to race, and her palms grew sweaty.<br/><br/>Setting her book aside, she pushed herself to her feet, bare feet taking her from the combination kitchen/dining/living room to the darkened bedroom. Staring at herself in the mirror over the dresser, she picked up her brush and ran it hastily through her hair a few times, trying to decide if she should change her clothes. She eyed the forest green fitted, v-necked tee shirt and her most comfortable pair of old, broken-in blue jeans and decided against it. She didn't even know who it was out there. Hell, they might not even pass back her way. Shrugging to herself, she stepped from the bedroom into the living area, took two more steps, and then froze, staring at the door. Someone was out there. One of them. Her kind. The first she would ever meet.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she took the ten steps to the door, flicked on the porch light, then pulled the door open. Stepping out onto the small porch, she stared in blank amazement.<em>Dear Lord</em>she thought,<em>he's even more attractive in person.</em>Grayson Brown himself stood outside her little, lakeside cabin in nothing but a pair of jeans and a shirt that was far too tight for him. Not that she was complaining. Aware that she'd been staring for quite some time, Sonora gave herself a shake and tried not to think too hard on the intense desire that was currently rushing through her entire body. Clearing her throat, she asked, "Uhh...can I help you?"