Boartusk Heights for the findings,

There were two new men to join their ranks. Both colored of black, brown and grey, as it were. Maybe they were of relation. The first had joined them at the great hunt and traveled back with them. Paloma would take it upon herself now to meet the second properly, the largest (very fucking large at that) of the two. 

The little woman danced with an ease among the dark spires of La Muerte. The winding paths and small spaces much more of an easy for someone both so light and so light footed. Yet the large wolf could be heard, his footing crunching over the icy covered peaks under the weight of him. He sought out her and she sought him. 

Oh, my, my....! Her voice struck, having found him just below, as she leaned over a ledge where she perched, like a mountain lion down upon new, fresh prey. Qué chico tan grande eres. She purs, pale lavender eyes taking quite some time to look over the great size of him fully.