Haunted Wood Get off that rollercoaster

She was dangerously close to enemy territory; two different ones, actually. She was faintly aware of the pack south of the lake, though she knew nothing about them. Perhaps she would ask Cicero when she got back (if he wasn't high, that is), but for now she skirted past the Caldera, heading deeper into the Haunted Wood.

This forest was nothing compared to her Woods, so she walked through its depths proudly and without fear despite its onimous name. The witch walked until she crossed a river, stopping at its southern shore, shaking out her pelt. As she attempts to dry herself off, she noticed a form out of the corner of her eye. Once finished, she turned towards the figure, blinking at it curiously.