Sequoia Coast blue raven

marina would always be ill, and this clutched horribly at chakliux. he had thought the sea ice might bring her a lasting peace, but it seemed not.
but this brother, it seemed, had medicines of his own. the scarred muzzle of the seal hunter swung toward him, and he nodded, ready to travel anywhere in their wilds to find the plant, the dust, that her brother said would help. 
"tell me these things, please."