'This is our mate!' His wolf said, jumping and wagging his tail on the inside. 'This is our mate, Tabit! I can smell her!'
Fafnir blinked his eyes, once and then twice. Everyone was appearing like Tabit to him, but none of them smelled right. Only this soldier was smelling the way Tabit smelled and it made his wolf go wild in excitement. In a slurry voice he said, "You were worth waitin' for."
The merchant was smelling so bad that Tabit tried to tug her hand out of his and move away from him, but he held her tighter. "What are you doing? I have come here to set up wine for the Draka soldiers," she said, jerking her head back. And in that little movement, her fake mustache came out on the right.
"They have started having my girl jump out of the wine barrel? Damn!" He took his hand to her mustache and fixed it back. "Your hair was fallin'." He hiccupped. "You a girl?"
