Coromotto's ear swivels towards the tiny voices, first, and Daine follows the motion with her eyes a moment later. There are two incredibly tiny figures atop a nearby rock. One is a two-legger, smaller even than that Aglet fellow she met once or twice. The other is a coyote - or a coyote-shaped thing, anyway. Must be his animal-self, and she grins, both because it's so close to her own Coromotto and because they're just so tiny.

Neither she nor her wolf-self interrupt. They don't want to frighten the two newcomers. But next time either of the two bother looking in the so-called giants' direction, they'll find both parties looking down at them in poorly concealed amusement.