Blackfeather Woods issorartuyok

Sos reminded her a lot of Siarut at that age, big and strong, with a serious countenance. to her delight, he responded in the northern tongue, and her smile grew wider still, stretching her delicate mouth to its limits. she nodded, raising her eyes to look at the trees above, where no such birds sat now. they were flighty, and had never treated her with any interest; perhaps they knew as well as she that she was an outsider here.

"tulugak," she explained, looking back down at Sos. "the raven. they are very smart. some even say they know our language, and fewer still have, apparently, heard them speak back. have you?" Tahani asked, eyes glowing with mischief.

she stretched, long lines of her body twisting and pulling before she settled into a sphinx-like position, eyes level with her nephew's. "where are your brother and sister today?" she asked, her gaze trailing toward the den. "still sleeping?"