At the sound of a voice above her, Teren furrows her brow and turns slowly to look behind. There is an elf in a tree, who somehow escaped her notice-- she curses herself for her carelessness.

"Of course not," she answers flatly, then looks forward again. She sees the raven, and indeed, it does exceed the size of most. Pursing her lips at it, she turns back again. "And how come you to know this?"