Shadewood One old man is enough

Kai watched as Tula made herself comfortable on the girl's patchy back, grooming her carefully though there didn't seem to be much to find amongst the golden and white hairs. Still, the witch knew that her familiar liked preening her favorite wolves. 

It was surprising how quickly the fisher had taken to Phex, given her slow acceptance of Dirge and Cry. But perhaps that had something to do with them being male. 

"Ya'," she murmured, nodding her head once. "N-No w..word..s," she stuttered as she gestured to the bird again, as if to say that Tula could not have named herself without a language to call her own.