Raven's Watch i would sing

the man continued to call her kona. teya did not understand this; her widewater gaze, tightened by pain, shifted to the white bird and then back to the wolven mouth forming syllables. "no. not see bird speak before." it was the first time she had spoken since the ravenwatcher had come upon teya by the odd mountain, and her voice felt rusted, thick, garbled inside a dry throat.