Hideaway Strath My breast it is as cold as clay

Following shortly after our previous thread.

Völva. A different concept, but one similar enough to her former title, oracle.

The air was fresh and new, here in the strath. It was a pleasant and calming. For once, the small she-wolf did not fear treading from the caverns. But even so, they were the place where she found peace and silence. Now with the witch's den gone, she would need somewhere new for her activities.

If anyone, @Fury would surely know the proper place.

To the burrow in which the white woman's scent lingered, Khasni hovered close to the entryway. Fullvalda. She whispered, soft and smooth. It was an unusual thing for her to be so calm and lacking bitterness, but perhaps (slowly) her ways would change.