dazed and confused as he was, jorma was still a man—and more than willing to forgive the gorgeous woman of silver, once she made her presence known.

dunno, he managed, and blinked at the foreign words that spilled from her tongue. it didn't matter—love had no language. he was making eyes at her while she tried to haul him upright, and he was beginning to obey her every command when—

"jorma! you must get up!"

another wolf had appeared, so familiar that it itched at his brain, and he peered at the man and thought. . .

raiyuk? he tried, tilting his head. he launched into the same pidgin, finding the bridge between their two cousin languages. raiyuk, right? have i found you here? he glanced at the beautiful woman and added, this is my hunt-brother. . .i think. from another world. i know his face.