Bearclaw Valley what mysteries we are

and to his side did the rook flock; canting fine head, everbird. to settle in the lands of bjorn and to then honor them ... it was not as unfamiliar as another might percieve. not when cradlesongs of harrowing winter and their elusive wisps been sung.  "i have,"  she lows, glowing gaze trotting after his own.  "how they ransack realms ... cubs, or no. to offer a blessing, however ..."

how, exactly, would such a thing be conveyed?