Greatwater Lake trying to make a devil out of me

The scent came. Rushed her.

And soon before her was a man, tall and strong but surely stupid; was this some sort of test?

The young witch hissed, clenching her jaw. In the devils tongue she spat, "Curse you!" But the words were unintelligible, and no real curse, yet. "What sort of heathen are you! To come to me in such a way!" Shego snarled, saliva stringing from top fang to bottom, stretching and breaking as she clicked her fangs shut. How offended she was! The woman bristled, her ears leaning toward him, her acidic-like eyes burning with fury.

Once she had been worshipped. Once she had her following. They had come here for her sister... they would find her. He, whether he knew it or not, had become a part of her quest.

Curses, hexes, all laid out perfectly from one wolf to the next. It would draw the life-bringer to them. Her spirit. Her essence.

What would this man do?

What would she do?