Dragoncrest Cliffs take up your broom, no gods are left

She was underwater, and the ocean rose up around her.  Everything was dark, and there was only movement and emptiness.  The water pressed against her, but she only felt calm and detached, as if she were floating outside of what she was.  

Slowly, pain began to creep in, though her head and neck, until eventually she felt as if she were coming apart.  The water kept her from crying out, but she jerked, and then suddenly, her eyes had snapped open to view an unfamiliar beach.

She was muddled and didn't immediately register the wolves around.  Instead she attempted to stagger up, but the pain in her head stopped her, igniting to an intolerable pressure.   Her body convulsed and she retched, rejecting what little was left of her last meal.