Bearclaw Valley glossy teeth

Somewhere among the throng of savage wolves was the girl; she wasn't aware of being scooped up and taken, and only came-to when she was thrown to the snow again. The thwump of her body jostled her enough to startle her awake. Her body was stiff, her nape burned; around her were long-bodied strangers.
A black shape — a boy — drew near to her and Indra startled, trying to rise and to run. There were too many others, though. She barely got to her feet before someone stopped her. Down she went again, brought forward, thrown towards 
— the man, the man was here?
Where was here? — 
The girl felt her body quake.