Ravensblood Forest chariots of the gods

Before Osprey could regain her strength, a pair of wolves appeared, drawing her attention. Her large ears pricked as she gazed at them, her tail giving a weak little thump at the sight of another pup. Having never met another puppy besides her litter mates, she badly wanted to jump to her feet and play with him! The moment she attempted to rise again, she felt very woozy and sat back down hard, her mismatched eyes squinting as a headache bloomed with sudden ferocity.

She scarcely noticed it when a third wolf arrived on the scene and approached her. Eyes narrowed against the pain, she only looked up when a masculine voice spoke. They widened at the sight of him. White wolves were rare in Osprey Jr.'s world, as were wolves with this many scars. His eyes were his most arresting feature. The young girl was enchanted immediately.

"I'mmm..." she tried to respond but the migraine made it very difficult to focus. Concentrating hurt her head more, though she finally got it out: "Junior!" She hiccoughed and said woefully to all three wolves, "My head hurts real bad," and sank back to the ground. Her forelegs rose up to clap over her face, as if blocking out the light might help, though it only made things worse when her right paw smacked a growing bump on the top of her head (a souvenir from her voyage to this place).