He stared at her, incredulity plain for her to see.  No matter what she thought he knew her fairly well, or he thought he did.  He knew there was more going on than she said, and he couldn't think of a single good reason for her to hide something from him.  He could think of dozens of bad reasons, however.  He opened his mouth and closed it, staring at her as he took another sip of his coffee to give his temper a chance to cool.<br/><br/>"It's not nothing.  If one of them has hurt you I need to know about it, Sonora," he said sharply, though his voice didn't carry past their table.   "Finding out about them isn't worth risking your safety, do you understand?  You're more important than they are."<br/><br/>Shaking his head he sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with her if she'd made up her mind.  He never should have let her come.  He'd known better, but the thought of having her there had made him soft.  Fuck.<br/><br/>"You will not check in when you can, you will check in every day.  If I go more than twenty-four hours without hearing from you I'm pulling you out, do you understand?  I don't want to do this the hard way, but I will if I have to," he said, draining the last of his coffee with a grimace.  Without another word he rose and left, tossing a couple of dollars onto the table.  He never looked back.<br/><br/><div align="center">~~*~~*~~*~~</div><br/>She froze when he touched her, her gaze the only thing that moved as she studied him.  She hadn't expected him to stop her, not in truth.  She'd expected to leave and hunt on her own, and likely fail to bring anything done in her current state.  She was just stubborn enough to try it though, which was why Grayson would eventually come looking for her.  It would take him a while to realize she was gone, and she'd hopefully be back at her cabin asleep by the time he did.<br/><br/>The smile that broke out on her face when he agreed to hunt with her was full of joy.  It was a simple thing, to hunt with another wolf, but it was something she enjoyed more than most.  An intimacy in which she found peace and safety.<br/><br/>"Thank you," she murmured before she finally stood and started to strip, not in the least self conscious.  She was athletic, but softer than most wolves, more feminine.  Her breasts were a perfect handful, her stomach flat and her hips rounded, tapering down into well defined thighs.<br/><br/>She glanced up as she slipped out of her panties and tossed them on the growing pile of clothes.  "Are you coming?"<br/>