Ravensblood Forest chariots of the gods

Her head felt like it might explode. Osprey groaned, her ears quivering as the strange wolves exchanged words, some of them in some peculiar tongue. She eventually peeked from between her own toes when she felt warm breath wash over her and found herself face to face with the she-wolf, who asked if she could help. Before the whelp could make a reply, the large white male addressed her, promising her relief, shelter and food.

Another child might have told the trio of strangers that she was lost, that she had a home and a pack and a family, yet Osprey Jr. found these developments so exciting she simply forgot to mention these things. When eventually they were asked of her, she would probably tell a fib or two. Although her head was pounding, she thrilled at the sense of adventure that presently grew within her. She was young and wild and free!

"Okay," she said. These wolves might assume that she was a quiet youth, though as soon as her headache passed, they would find out the truth. After a beat of silence, it occurred to her to ask, "What's your names?"