Redhawk Caldera You're nothing but a pack of smokes and a bag of tricks.

This is just a cameo unless Reyes recognizes her and calls her back.

Sorana was only just returned an hour past when a caller announced himself at the border, and without recognizing that she was drawn in by a paper-thin thread of familiarity, she rose from where she preened herself in the snow to answer it.

She had never attended the borders alone before, but at nine months old and buoyed by the time spent with Bridget, she felt rather confident for once. That is, she did feel confident until she got near enough to see that Bronco was already there, and then she ground to a halt and rolled her eyes with a grimace.

Ugh. This homewrecking prick was everywhere.

She took about two seconds to scan the wolf at the borders, a ruddy disheveled man who she did not recognize at all, before she turned and stalked away from the pair with a pointed snort. She had no idea what he'd called for and she sure as hell wasn't going to stick around with Bronco to find out.