Hideaway Strath mushroom tea got my ego bruised

The little man crowed in to the trees, and again Neizan's first instinct was to turn upon him with his teeth, but he managed to belay that action as he turned to first glare, then grin, at his halfblood friend. The fur along his nape was already prickling when two beastly wolves came striding from cover.

One was tall and white, ill-suited for this climate in the opposite way of himself. She looked well suited for the frozen wastelands north; Neizan on the other hand was diminutive and summer-coated, and he felt the disparity as soon as she arrived. The other wolf looked to be built for the alpine level of a mountain: broad-shouldered and rufous, with an iron-rich coat flecked with copper, like a mountain made flesh.

Best not to get on their bad sides, thought Neizan.

Buenos días! I am Neizan Torres, and your little man here invited me in. I am looking for my wife, and she might be among your number. He looked from one wolf to the next, wondering what they made of his request.

She's smaller than me, closer to this guy I guess, he motioned to Tracker as he said this. Browns, grays, creams, lighter'n me too. Her name is Zaira. Has she come this way, jefe? He looked now to the man, who had to have been the one in charge by virtue of being, well, a man.