Larksong Grotto what gods desire

Ayovi smooths her face but it is more than mere superstition which shudders through the length of her tail. Gods and spirits— were they not the same under disparate titles?
From this soothsayer’s mouth springs blood and agony, that suffering in the north which had grown tedious to the huntress’ ears. Big Sky had culminated in death, but still she remembered her home in life and thought longingly of old comforts; banquets, stories before the hearth and grand kootsin hunts. It was these experiences she wanted again within Winsook.
But battle rent the northern skies, and she was not so naive to ignore it. Ayovi was prepared to fight for her mountain. Spirits could be vengeful, too.
She studies Aspa. Was she a zealous transient, or did she have a prophetic gift that would offer foreknowledge of the outcomes of war?
“Du skal tale med min mand først,” Ayovi resolves at last. A pretender would not last beneath the smolder of her husband’s eye.