Wapun Meadow beauty of freedom

The slight limp in her step was gone, but she still felt the stiffness in her body as she trotted through the meadow, her gnarled body an ugly, muddy blot against the explosion of beauty. She searched for herbs, as was usual for the gipsy witch, both eyes squinted as she sniffed intently.

With her increasingly failing vision, she relied mainly on her nose to guide her to the right herbs she needed for the moment. With her eyes barely open, she barged right into the pup, snorting. Her eyes widened quickly, only for one to fall into a squint once more, the dancing, crazy eye popped wide open. Vot you zink you're doink? Hmm?