To the witches I have known

A voice ahead made the fur down Sedna’s spine bristle, but it didn’t sound like the witch, so she continued to move forward through the gloom. Ears turned forward as a dark shape resolved itself against the doorframe of the shack, seemingly propping it open. Of all the places she might have thought to encounter other wolves, this certainly wasn’t one of them. Her chin lifted, a familiar scent on the air though not coming from the wolf in front of her. Movement inside gave away the presence of another. Of the witch and her giant toad, there was no sign.

“Didn’ expect this place ter be so popular.” She said bravely with half a smile, moving to leave her offering by the door of the hut just in case. She peered around the propped open door, eyes struggling to adjust to the dark inside. Once whoever was in came out, she would raid whatever was left that might be of some use.

“Speech”