Blacktail Deer Plateau Hope

Sorrel turned with a look of both curiosity and suspicion as she evaluated the stranger. Sybella, she thought, was a lovely name; it might have been her favorite thus far. Sorrel, she whispered, her eyes never leaving those of the woman's. She smelled like pack, like Grayday; Sorrel wasn't afraid. If anything, the artificial presence of her Alpha made her feel safe, even in the potential presence of death.