Hushed Willows Put a spell on me

His arrival was swift. The white raven hung about on his shoulder, the pair of them looking expectantly. Valmúa did not call upon her brothers ever. Since she had been bound to the Watch, she did not wander about to recruit. She did not bother them with hunting rallies or even to tell of her presence, knowing that her scent was enough for them. For a moment, she regarded Stjornuati coldly, missing the touches and warmth they had once shared.
I have met a strange creature with a proposal that would benefit us, she said, not bothering to beat around the bush. There was no point in such circumstances with him. This wasn't a game the sister had called him in for. She knows plants, medicinal and otherwise, but she is amaġuuraq, she waited for a moment to let the foul taste sink in, such that she might remove it with a spoonful of sugar. She offers to show us their locations in exchange for immunity surrounding our Watch. She is small, and could function as a secret scout, also. I think it is a good trade, she explained, looking away toward where she had left the little black thing. But I wanted to speak to you first, she said, quite serious. For once, there was no play here. She saw an advantage, and she wanted it.