From the Newsletter, Tea with Faith — 
No-spoiler Snippet:
Occam opened the door and stepped into the cold.
Mud raced around cutting off lights so we could see him, but the wolf must be at an angle just below the porch. We unabashedly crowded around the front windows and listened.
“Evenin’, FireWind,” Occam said. “‘preciate you coming. Ingram and her sister are inside to keep from contaminating the scent pattern. You ready for the scent item? It’s in the truck.” There followed a silence and then Occam said, “Hang on.” He glanced at me, before trotting down the steps into the icy white blanket.
Moments later a massive black wolf stepped up the stairs the porch, his eyes yellow and glowing. They settled on Mud and me in the window. FireWind gathered himself and leaped the few feet to the window, landed, and raised up on his hind feet, resting his paws on the window ledge. Mud squeaked and flinched. I crossed my arms and glared at him. FireWind chuffed, white clouds coating the window and blowing into the air. Mud made another high-pitched sound and the wolf’s tongue dangled out the side of his mouth, comically.
“I reckon you do have a sense of humor,” I said, “or you do when you’re a wolf. Don’t worry Mud. He won’t hurt us. He’s just jerking his chain, like a junkyard dog.”
FireWind’s yellow eyes narrowed and he growled. I had no idea what to compare it to. But it wasn’t at all puppy-dog like.
Coming in late 2023!
Faith