Sequoia Coast born into cruelty and crooked form

Were they truly the same? Raleska turned her head and inspected the raven fully. She tried to take a step back from her own perspective, and think of the dark-cloaked rook as if he were met by her mother, her brother, her grandmothers -- he was cut from similar stock. Even her son, Valravn, boasted the self-same pelt and eye color. Perhaps northblood flowed through them the same.

"My mother would like you." Raleska grunted, feeling alienated from Solpallur, her mother, and her heritage. "I don't know any of those words. I only know the name. "