When she froze for a second his smirk grew into a full blown grin, dimples appearing in his cheeks as he followed her into the Cabin, which already smelled of her.  He’d surprised her, which was good.  It meant she was telling the truth about herself, at least as far as her lack of contact with other werewolves went, or any type of shifter for that matter.  It settled him a little more, allowing him to rein in his more aggressive tendencies as he accepted her answer and the beer.<br/><br/>He watched her for a time, letting silence fall between them.  It was yet another way to test her, to see if she could be comfortable in the silence, or if her nervousness would need an outlet.  He had to admit that he found himself fascinated by her, having never met one of their kind who was so clueless about where she came from.<br/><br/>“Tell me, Sonora Hunter. How have you kept yourself hidden all these years, and what exactly are you looking for here beyond more of your own kind?  Ask questions now.  I can only stay for a few moments… I have another situation I have to take care of tonight.”<br/><br/><div align="center">~~*~~*~~*~~</div><br/>Hannah was surprised when he stopped on the porch and ate while watching her.  He was giving every sign of being curious, his aggression from moments before completely absent.  The way he watched he made her fidget, shifting around every few minutes as she fought against both her desire to go closer and her embarrassment.  She knew she had fucked up by being caught, but she couldn’t regret it.  Grayson wouldn’t be too upset with her… she hoped.<br/><br/>Eventually she couldn’t stand to stay in her wolf form any longer.  The lingering smell of blood and the scent of him were driving her to distraction.  With relief she shifted and brought her knees up to wrap her arms round them as she watched him, her nudity not bothering her in the least.  Nudity was common in the pack, it had to be with how often they shifted.  There was nothing sexual about it most of the time.<br/><br/>God… Grayson needed to hurry.  If she had to sit here and stare at him much longer she’d break down and go to sit with him on the porch.  She couldn’t help but wonder what his fur would feel like…<br/>