Hideaway Strath My breast it is as cold as clay

The white one was not within her den, but she was not far. Upon Khasni's approach, Fury appeared. She was not missed.

I do not know this land well. Soon, I may not be able to see as much of it as I would like... Slowly, her tone hardened. The wound Alduin had left upon her face had not healed. In a matter of days, she would have only one eye for her use. While still able, now was the only time the seer had to familiarize herself with where she would spend most of her time.

I need to know where is the best place to house myself. In the heartwood, there was a den reserved for me, both spacious and isolated. As I mentioned prior, most of my time is reserved for communication with the unseen. Wherever it is I go, I must be sure I am veiled from the eyes and claws of others. 

Khasni hoped that the fullvalda would hold some useful knowledge. But in the event that this was not the case, she would have to find a place on her own.