The Heartwood Why does thou weep upon my grave

Meant for @Dreven, but another is welcome to stumble upon them if they so desire

Swaddled close by the silky white pelt of a slain fox, Khasni emerges from her hollow for the first time of many days. The first sacrifice has been done. The damned one has spoken, and the harbinger now knows his home. But there is more work aside from this to be tended. The elders have told in many dreams that her safety is of importance, but who best to find ways to ensure it than herself?

The skies are clear and the heartwood are calm. Of all times to travel, now is the wisest. But first, company is necessary.

High goes her chin, lips circling as they send a call from within the veil. The harbinger is whom she seeks, as the warder will be busy elsewhere. 

And now... she waits. Until the dark beast comes, she waits.