Ocean's Breath Plateau I think its time we set out

Meyl had been trotting along sometime behind her mate when she stopped, maybe three lengths of her body away from him. Her legs grew weak, and she began to shake from the effort of standing. The world spun sideways, panic floating on her scent. Gran had said large wolves needed to rise slowly to keep their head from turning, and she had thought she had. Her head felt lighter than air. 

Darlin'- she said softly, not knowing how to finish her sentence. What even was happening to her? Why was everything not staying still?