Blackfeather Woods Silver, black and red.

Two wolves approached her, slightly annoying the normally solitary witch, though they would both prove useful. Seeing as she had never seen either of them in Blackfeather Woods (she had met Silver before, however), she instantly knew that her brother had recently brought them in on a trial. They were mere apprentices to her, and apprentices did all of the dirty work.

Help me carry this moss. She said without introducing herself, gesturing to the piles she had already amassed.