There were not a lot of birds in Snowbound. They were generally seen as prey animals so most were killed before talked to. Which... makes her wonder how many were sentient like her or Mark before killed for sport or food? Though, when she saw a black and white bird hopping around, it wasn't hard to distinguish who it was. There were not many names to sort through.

  Cry chuckled under her breath, swooping down and landing beside the other bird. She went to gently tap the other's back with the tips of her wings. And where the hell have you been? The small raven chuckled, raising a brow. It had gotten lonely around here. No one around to talk about the trials and errors of being a bird (and the straight up specism, but that was something she normally didn't speak out loud about). Even if Jewel was back for a few whiles, it was nice to have her back.

"SPEECH"