Ravensblood Forest chariots of the gods

Ooh, I didn't realize that either. Hi cuz! :')

The man and wife exchanged a few more words. Osprey listened, though between her headache and the heaviness creeping slowly over her body, she didn't do or say much. She didn't even renew her attempt to bat at Tveir. In fact, she only perked up when Ragnar mentioned carrying her. "No!" she cried, insulted by the mere suggestion. "I'm a big girl! I don't need to be carrot!"

To prove she could move under her own steam, Junior pushed herself onto all fours. Although she felt weak, shivery and sleepier by the moment, she insisted on walking a bit drunkenly toward Thistle. She fell gently into the she-wolf's leg, leaning against it. She then looked up at Thistle and Ragnar with a crooked grin as if to say, See?