Porcupine Ridge axehead

Hex gave her a bland stare at the reply. She had been. . .talking to the bird? He had seen some weird shit in his still-short life, but he'd never seen that. 

So, she was either some kind of witch, or crazy. In fact, perhaps both.

He shrugged that off, plus the next question. The Mountain, Hex replied, matter-of-fact. He hadn't thought to call it anything else. Although. . . I guess it is lower than the mountains around, though. Maybe I will think of something different.

He eyed the bird, wondering if it had any sort of wisdom to offer him, or if it spoke to this woman alone.