The Heartwood And will dead lips to speak?

* referring to Alduin, who she has named the damned soul

Clearly, he had no mind nor care for his actions. If in a better head space, Khasni may have punished him in this very moment. But it had been a sacred time. The spirits would not accept her sacrifice if violence ensued mere minutes after.

The oddities he spoke of were none she knew. Gods and Queens. What were they but tales and titles. To think, this man assumed they were what she praised. She almost laughed at this, but instead held her facade firm.

I speak no prayers. You found yourself here at a time of sacrifice. This hare- Gesturing with a flick of her tail, the woman's ears flattened slightly. The heartwood housed it, as it now does ourselves. By this ritual, the spirits that have commanded our presence will know we have made it our home, our claim. Now he would know the truth of what all had occurred. Hopefully he understand, lest she need repeat her explanation. 

Now there was a question of who exactly this wolf was and how he came to be here.

Seeing as you walk the corridors of the heartwood caverns, you are clearly bound by the veil. What title has the *damned of the heartwood bestowed upon you?