Ravensblood Forest chariots of the gods

Her youthful stubbornness and pride made her want to decline Thistle's offer, yet as the medicine took hold and she felt sleepier and sleepier, Junior simply didn't have the energy to protest. "Oookay," she drawled in agreement, blinking slowly at Tveir as he approached her and told her his father was a good carrier. She gave him a dopey smile.

Ragnar said they should get going, so Junior took a sluggish step, her damp body leaning heavily against Thistle's left shoulder. "I'm gonna sleepwalk," she said a bit nonsensically as the poppy seeds really began to take hold. Somehow, though, she managed to stay upright and totter alongside the adults and her fellow pup, though she walked a bit like Jack Sparrow after a few too many bottles of rum.