Ravensblood Forest Don't let her love you

All three wolves were breathing quite heavy after the fruitless expenditure, but the largest of their small troupe had been thoroughly spent; he was lying on his side when Furiosa spotted them. Her irritation ebbed without her meaning it to, and she found herself suddenly fond of the burly sack, perhaps because his was a physicality she preferred, but the more likely reason was that she found him dull and imagined that she could control him. The other male, with his dark mask and burning eyes, suggested that they had made a good team despite the failure. She had yet to decide on him, a mixed breed for all intents and purposes, but she didn't need an opinion of him to know that he was right. A hunt that close to success, with a party comprised of utter strangers, was a success in its own right.

The first male did not agree, and Furiosa found herself laughing at his scathing remark. She padded to his side in a lazy sort of way, dipping her head to give a mild nip to a tuft a hair behind his exposed ear. "Easy, boy," she smirked, slithering around his prone body like water around a stone, and coming to stand before the man with his broader mind and imperial thoughts. "So... about those propositions..." she pressed, edging their failure from the conversation.

Fade here? I think it would be safe to assume they introduce themselves, and Arturo explains a little about Teaghlaigh before they split.