Phoenix Maplewood What if the witches wrote the book

With his eyes round and tassel brushing the ground, he watched as the little grey woman slid herself beneath the shrubbery as he spoke, his words dusted with amusement as he wondered what on earth she was doing. "Oh, you're blue!" he started, a light, wolfish laugh worming its way into his tone as she emerged from beneath the leaves.

"A willow pack eh," he mused, reaching forward to sniff the now fruity-scented female. "I could check them out, so long as they're not too far." With a slight shrug, he hid his curiosity behind his actions, wondering if perhaps this strange pack was close to the Dragon. "The shoreline shouldn't be too far from here; the wolf I met said it was a few hours walk from these woods. North west. Allow me to travel with you?" For now it seemed the Maplewood was clear of settlers so now was as good time as any to move forward with his orders.