She was still trying to regain her bearings when the earth started shaking. Or rather, she started shaking. She groaned again, longer and more plaintive this time, as her stomach did a sick kick flip and she reluctantly peeled her eyes open, squinting up at the wolf with his paw on her shoulder, shaking her like he was trying to wake the dead. That howl had been a summons for the healers, apparently. Oh, boy.

She inhaled deeply through her nose and closed her eyes again, slowly, painstakingly rolling herself up onto her stomach. The ground beneath her pitched and swayed dizzyingly even at that small motion, hanging her head as she shakily released the breath. The wolf seemed to be introducing himself, calling himself Sverke, and talking about visions and names and sisters. She was still trying to quell the pain in her head and the nausea in her gut and her mouth tasted like blood and she needed to not look like she was dying by the time one of the adults showed up.

I'm okay, she slurred, unconvincingly, forcing herself to look up, up, up at the wolf — at Sverke. It wasn't a vis... she faltered, swallowing hard. The metal spike was back, digging itself deeper into the space behind her eyes every time she tried to grasp at the wisps of memory dancing just out of reach. It wasn't a vision. I... don't know what it was, she admitted, an ear flicking back at his tone; deep and rumbling and making her skin crawl.

She remembered the suffocating weight of a heavy arm slung across her shoulder, the acrid stench of old beer and body odor. What she couldn't remember, however, was her fucking name. Her jaw worked as she searched for it, trying to ignore the pounding in her head and the pulsating ache in her teeth. She remembered that it meant a lot to her. She remembered that she had picked it herself. She remembered the joy she'd felt hearing someone say it aloud for the first time. She would've given anything to hear that person say it again.

Plip! went a drop of blood from her nose. She frowned, remembering instead what the little splotched puppy had called her, and gave a heavy sigh. Bragi...? I guess?