Raven's Watch we're terrified of what's around the corner

Whether he was enlisted among the Dragons or not, Tavi still could not trust him. Her current state aside, he was a stranger to her. She did hear him speak through her waves of muddying pain and disorientation, and even mustered enough coherence to slur, Mmn, and you should -- you should -- blank. She had no finisher to that response. Instead she sank to her haunches almost on cue with him, her head lowering with the hope that the world would stop spinning around her.

Ark, she murmured next, though this statement also threatened to fade in to obscurity - she rescued it just in time. Stay 'way from the coast. Buncha assholes. Even though her current state was her own damn fault. All of it. The wounds, the pregnancy, the foray to the coast... At some point Tavi had forgotten that her life was her own to control. She had let it persist with a life of its own, throwing sticks through her metaphorical tires and thrusting her in to the dirt. Tavi breathed a heavy sigh, her face scrunching somewhat when she tasted the salt on the air.

And then, quite suddenly in fact, she remembered the Larksong - she remembered Reek. Those tidbits of her life had slipped her mind once she had found this lake and the wolf prowling near it. The woman jolted back up to her paws as if possessed and announced,I godda go home, before falling right back down on her crimson-smeared bottom.