To the witches I have known
Sedna
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Healer (240)
Chaotic
8 Years
Female
45
NachoMumma
And just like that, winter had come again. It was desperation after the flooding that led to the Archer-Lyall even mentioning the hut. Now as she walked through the frigid swamplands, hackles up and head swivelling, her lip curled as she remembered the last time she was here. Sedna was suddenly deeply regretting her offer to lead the expedition. She could swear the stress of her last visit had shaved at least a year or two off her life. Carnivorous flowers and monstrous fucking toads. Not to mention that witch…
The monochrome wolf held her breath for a moment. She was kinda counting on the old hag not being home so they could ah… borrow some of her stores. It’d be easier that way she was sure, and it wasn’t like she wasn’t leaving payment. Sedna had some trinkets she had traded for in Otis’s pack, a large fish wrapped in a pair of her personal salvaged fox furs. Sure it would have been plenty useful for the coming winter, but she didn’t want the witch coming after her again. Laden down she continued to trudge through the mud, hoping she wouldn’t get them turned about.
“Speech”Jynn was swiftly debating whether or not she should just turn around. She found herself in an eerie human structure. Every time she set a paw down on the wooden floors they would creak and grown. The wooden ceiling had fallen in, jagged rafters and beams pointed inward toward the middle like spears. Blue-tinted moonlight poured in from the hole in the ceiling beaming down onto the floor. A wooden table sat in the middle of the room. Off to the side she saw a large bookcase stacked with chests, books and strange jars and vials. There were a few bright orange flowers and a couple green vines growing up the side of the shelf. At the top though she froze. A wolf's pelt was stuffed into the top shelf. Her fur stood on end and she started to back up.