Sonora chuckled as Ryan growled at her. He was a sweet kid, already she could see that, and she liked him quite a bit. The longer they spoke, the more she liked him, and the more she wished she could stop feeling like such a traitor. His reaction to what she told him about Grayson was even more amusing, and she laughed outright. "Well he liked me enough not to kill me outright, so I must've done something to make him like me. He let me stay, after all." The news that Grayson suspected government intervention would not please Cam, but Sonora wasn't going to be the one to tell him. He might decide it was too risky and pull her out, and she didn't want to leave. Not yet.<br/><br/>Getting up from the table, she filled the kettle with water and plugged it in, then took down two mugs from the cupboard, filling them both with hot chocolate mixhile she waited for the water to boil. The story related to her made her ache, for him, but also for that poor little girl. She knew what it was like, being the odd one out. Always being different. She was quiet for a few moments while she filled the mugs with water and stirred them up, then added a generous handful of mini marshmallows to each one. Picking them both up, she took them to the coffee table in front of the fire, motioning for Ryan to join her on the couch.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry to hear about your friend," she said quietly. "I know what it's like to be thought of as different. I wasn't raised in a pack. My parents died when I was so young I don't even remember them, and I was raised by humans, in the foster care system. I was never adopted because I was so different from all the other kids, and I didn't really have any friends because I kept getting moved around a lot. Not like you though," she added with a playful grin, "I bet you've got lots of friends. Bet you've even got a girlfriend haven't you?"