I Was Feeling Down, I Found a Nice Witch and We're Friends

Álarr stepped cautiously around the stick, giving it a wide berth. He wasn't sure why since his mind was still insisting that it was just the wind but something about the air had changed. It was colder and it made his stomach churn on top of the foreboding sense that he was most definitely not alone.

He'd barely gone a few steps when suddenly lines were drawn in the dirt. He froze, watching in horror as the lines slowly appeared in front of him as if being dragged by claws. Ok, that, he had no explanation for and it made his fur stand straight up. The moment he saw an apple core start to hover off the ground he bolted. While the logical part of his mind wanted him to stay and examine what was going on he had lived through the long night and knew that curiosity could come with a cost. He wasn't going to press his luck this go around.