Hideaway Strath mushroom tea got my ego bruised

There was one way in, one way out. The duo passed through the chasm together with the woods to cover them in shadows, and this time Neizan did not hide from crunching the piled leaves or anything. He wanted Zaira to know he was coming — if not by stride, then by aura, as he was determined to find her.
The little man was grinning to him. He smirked back, surveying the space, noting the strong wolf scent (and the lack of sign his wife had crossed this way); there was always the chance this was a trick. And this is home?
He stalked along the edge of the claim, keeping off the trail that numerous bodies had traveled. A part of him wanted to scream out her name! To demand she return.
Where are you, wife?