Hannah had a table ready the moment they got the stranger back to the den.  She threw out orders, having her placed gently on the table, and then she ordered everyone but Grayson to leave.  There were too many scents, too much agitation for her to deal with at the moment.   She needed peace and quiet.  She would have thrown Grayson out if she hadn't caught the faint scent of him on the stranger's skin, beneath the cloying scent of too much blood.<br/><br/>Only when they were alone did she give him a look, more of a glare really.  It made her look more confident than she was.  It was always harder to work on someone without a link to the pack, though she was capable of it.  Add to it the fact that she'd used do much of her reserves the previous night with the buck and she knew she was going to push too far.  With food she would have still been pushing too far, without fresh meat she was going to harm herself, but she had no intention of telling Grayson that and making him choose between pack and a female he'd obviously had some kind of relations with.<br/><br/>"It's about time you take someone, even if it doesn't end up being a mating," she muttered under her breath, watching him flush from embarrassment out of the corner of her eye.  It would serve as a distraction.<br/><br/>"If you're going to hover at least tell me her name," she said as she started to clean the wound.  She couldn't leave anything there or it would be caught beneath the healing flesh and fester, poisoning her blood.<br/><br/>"Sonora... her name is Sonora.  She's a lone wolf, came here to run, to find others like her..."<br/>