Moonsong Glacier then because she goes

Her stormcloud expression turned thunderous as the tell-tale cackling of a raven celebrated her unfortunate return to land. Perhaps once she was warm and dry in her cave, she would look back on this moment with humour, but not while the proverbial wounds were so fresh.

"If you are here just to laugh at me, Yutu, then I do not want to see-" and where she expected his inky feathers, a bird of ice-white had taken his place. The words fell away from her as she gazed open-mouthed at the spirit - was it real? She felt the soft wind-chill from the beat of its wings.

"You!" she gasped - a thing of legend! "Blessed by the gods and yet so... evil!" Once a raven, always a raven, she supposed, no matter their colour. It was safe to say she was sorely disappointed in the stories she had heard. "Do you want an ice-bath too?" Without waiting for an answer, Tulugak shook the water from her pelt in hopes of sullying its pristine feathers.