And a little bit more...

And here's the teaser from inside the front cover of Highway to Tartarus:

Life in Cramped Quarters…

As Rowan rounded the end of the U-shaped seating area, she found Fenrir curled on the floor in front of them.  Bathing.  Bathing himself rather intently, in fact.  And in only one spot.  She wrinkled her nose.  “Ew.  Guys?  Did you notice what he was doing?” she asked.

Both looked up from the blonde in next to nothing more than the boxing gloves to glance at her, then down at the wolf-turned-German Shepherd.  “Hey, now.  Go do that somewhere else,” Tyr said sternly.

Fenrir looked up, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth.  “Why?  Jealous?” 

Thor gagged, and Tyr shook his head, reaching up with his right hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.  “No, disgusted.”

“Open the door, then.  I can smell a pack of dogs with a few hot bitches running around the island, and I wouldn’t mind slumming a bit.”

“Hot…bitches?” Rowan choked out.  “You mean female dogs in heat?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?”  There was a distinct tone of confusion in the thought.

Rowan smiled, and glanced at the television, certain of the origin of that term in Fenrir’s vocabulary.  “Technically, yes, but…humans mean it differently.  They mean a beautiful woman that they’d like to take to bed.”

“I do not see the difference,” Fenrir said, his head cocked to the side with his ears cocked forward, almost frowning.

“Human women don’t wait until they’re in season.  Humans—and gods, I guess—use sex for recreation, not just procreation.”

Fenrir’s ears flipped back flat to his head, and one side of his upper lip lifted as he heaved himself to his feet.  “And you people call me disgusting. Open the door for me, please.”