The Tengu answer the wind. Voice as temperament: expressive, social, song where another people keeps silence, shaped by leaving and shaped again by coming home. The wind speaks, and a Tengu speaks back.
The Strix ride it. Weather in the blood: restless in still air, most alive when the sky is moving, reading a front the way other folk read a face. Flight is the disposition, whatever the trade.
The Kashrishi watch it. The observer's stillness inside the moving air: quiet, precise, inward where others are loud. What a Kashrishi believes is their own; what a Kashrishi has measured is everyone's.
The Jotunborn stand in it. The storm arrives and they remain: stoic, slow, weather met as a fact to be respected and outlasted, anger as rare and as total as a winter front.