Ghost Lion Crag forgotten by the gods

"Well" the spook smirks as the raven takes off, cautious and rightly so of her presence "if it was a dumb beast, it would already be dead, no?" Special held many meanings as well. What is truly special? What is not? It was only special if one made it special.

"A mediator" she breathes, eyes focusing on the bird and only the bird "between life and death. They connect the dead spirits to the living... if you believe in such things." She chuckles darkly, her sight now to the ebony woman.

She had seen the like of bird and wolf working together. From above, the raven could communicate distant sight. It could recall what was ahead. It took years for such things to work, especially if the user was not a very... open person to such insights.