Blackfeather Woods flashed junk mind

It was hard for Keelut to keep a focus on the white whitch as they traveled through the forest and into the swamps. Those blue spirits, the ones Anna liked so much, would light up and disappear throughout the journey, and often did the kid veer away from Potema's lead to chase them. She would always notice, and a single one of her sharp barks were enough to bring the kid back to the road. She was observant, she seemed to see everything, and Keelut wondered how she could when she had but one good eye. Perhaps he would ask her later.

When they arrived to the place Keelut didn't even stop to hear Potema's words, he simply trotted around the boulder, admiring it's beauty, scenting its aromas, touching its rough edges and soft parasites. They were glowing, much like the tendrils of light that swung in the depths of the web, and Keelut sensed the magic of which the white witch spoke.

"I do," he said, closing his eyes to feel the waves of energy hit his whiskers, making his ears flinch and his heart slow down. She was calling, Anna's voice, and it was coming closer. Keelut could sense her presence here unlike he did anywhere else in the forest, and it made his guard hairs stand on edge. "where is she?" he said turning his head, looking around for Anna, feeling her closer than ever but unable so see her physical form like he did when she visited him.