To the witches I have known

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.